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in 2013 


The following Hymns were written by a lady 
resident in Ireland, with a view of adapting the 
principle observed in The Christian Year to the 
capacities of the young and uneducated. This 
volume may, therefore, be considered as a Chris- 
tian Year for Children, in which the attempt is 
made, by simple hymns, to express the feelings, 
and enforce the instructions, which, in her dis- 
tribution of the year, the Church of England 

As the object has been to provide the young 
with verses which they may readily understand, 
and easily learn, the most simple metres have 
been adopted, and what may appear to some to 
be a kind of sing-song style of versification. 

A ware that several similar attempts have been 
made, though none, it is apprehended, on so 


extensive a scale, the Authoress felt a diffidence 
in offering her work to the public, but was en- 
couraged by the liberal offer of the Publishers, 
who agreed to run all risks, on condition that 
its passage through the press should be super- 
intended by him whose initials are affixed to 
this preface. 

It is hoped that the volume will, in some 
respects, supply that want of simple hymns which 
is admitted to exist by all who are engaged in 
instructing the younger members of the Church ; 
and that it will be made very useful to the less 
educated portions of the community, by facili- 
tating the impression of truth on their minds, or 
by fixing there profitable and holy associations. 

W. F. H. 

Leeds, Oct. 30, 1845. 


The First Sunday in Advent— The Coming of our Lord page 1 

The Second Sunday in Advent — Holy Scripture 3 

The Third Sunday in Advent— The Pastor 5 

The Fourth Sunday in Advent — Prayer 7 

Christmas Day 9 

Saint Stephen's Day 11 

Saint John the Evangelist's Day 13 

The Innocents' Day 16 

The Sunday after Christmas— Morning 18 

The Circumcision of our Lord — Obedience 20 

The Epiphany 22 

The First Sunday after the Epiphany— The Lord in the Temple 25 

The Second Sunday after the Epiphany — The Marriage Feast 27 

The Third Sunday after the Epiphany — Humility 2<J 

The Fourth Sunday after the Epiphany — The Storm 31 

The Fifth Sunday after the Epiphany — Harvest time 33 

The Sixth Sunday after the Epiphany— Our Heavenly Hope 35 

Septuagesima Sunday — The Ancient Games 37 

Sexagesima Sunday— The Good Seed 39 

Quinquagesima Sunday — Charity 41 

Ash Wednesday — Repentance 43 

The First Sunday in Lent — Lent 45 

The Second Sunday in Lent— The Heathen 

The Third Sunday in Lent— Idleness 48 

The Fourth Sunday in Lent— / 

The Fifth Sunday in Lent — The G> 


The Sunday next before Easter — The Triumph page 55 

Good Friday — The Crucifixion 57 

Easter Even — The Burial 59 

Easter Day — The Resurrection 61 

The First Sunday after Easter— -The Warrior 63 

The Second Sunday after Easter — The Blessing 65 

The Third Sunday after Easter — The Pilgrim 67 

The Fourth Sunday after Easter — Early Teaching 69 

The Fifth Sunday after Easter — Good Fruits 71 

AscensionDay — The Ascension 73 

The Sunday after the Ascension — The Appointed Place 75 

Whitsunday — The Descent of the Holy Ghost 77 

Trinity Sunday — Mystery 79 

The First Sunday after Trinity — Rich and Poor 81 

The Second Sunday after Trinity — Sisera 84 

The Third Sunday after Trinity — Watchfulness 86 

The Fourth Sunday after Trinity — A Brother's Fault 88 

The Fifth Sunday after Trinity — Courtesy 90 

The Sixth Sunday after Trinity— Words 92 

The Seventh Sunday after Trinity — Costly Gifts 94 

The Eighth Sunday after Trinity — The Prince of Wales 97 

The Ninth Sunday after Trinity — Types and Examples 100 

The Tenth Sunday after Trinity — The Envious King 103 

The Eleventh Sunday after Trinity — Naaman the Syrian 106 

The Twelfth Sunday after Trinity — The Dumb Boy 109 

The Thirteenth Sunday after Trinity— Our Neighbours 112 

The Fourteenth Sunday after Trinity — Praise 114 

The Fifteenth Sunday after Trinity — The Lily 116 

The Sixteenth Sunday after Trinity— The Widow's Son 118 

The Seventeenth Sunday after Trinity — Idols 120 

The Eighteenth Sunday after Trinity — Sundays 123 

The Nineteenth Sunday after Trinity — The King and the 


, 125 
Prophet . 

The Twentieth Sunday after Trinity — The Wedding Feast 128 

The Twenty-first Sunday after Trinity— Our Fathers and Mothers 130 

The Twenty-second Sunday after Trinity — Dumb Animals 133 

The Twenty-third Sunday after Trinity — Loyalty 135 

The Twenty-fourth Sunday after Trinity — The Ruler's Child... 138 

The Twenty-fifth Sunday after Trinity — Soft Answers 141 


Andrew's Daj page 14:> 

Saint Thomas's Day . I4, r > 

The Conversion of Saint Paul 147 

The Presentation of Christ in the Temple, commonly called) 

The Purification of Saint Mary the Virgin ) 

Saint Matthias's Day 152 

The Annunciation of the Blessed Virgin Mary 154 

Saint Mark's Day 156 

Saint Philip and Saint James's Day 158 

Saint Barnabas's Day 160 

Saint John Baptist's Day 163 

Saint Peter's Day 166 

Saint James the Apostle's Day 169 

Saint Bartholomew's Day 171 

Saint Matthew's Day 174 

Saint Michael and all Angels 177 

Saint Luke the Evangelist's Day 181 

Saint Simon and Saint Jude's Day 183 

All Saints' Day , 185 

Questions 189 

Oje jFirst icinrtag m Htibent. 

Blessed is He that cometh in the Name of the Lord.- 
St. Matt. xxi. 9. 

When tirst our Lord came down on earth 

He did not scorn like us to be, 
For He was born of mortal birth, 

A simple child of low degree. 

Where Syrian waves are bright and clear, 
Where Judah's grapes grow large and red, 

He walked below; and men drew near 
And heard the holy words He said. 

But when the Lord shall come again 
With angel hosts encircled round, 

All earth and heaven shall hail Him then. 
With thunder peal and trumpet sound ; 

And. some in joy and some in dread, 
The sons of men His eye snail meet ; 

For all the living and the dead, 

Must stand before His judgment seat. 


His voice on earth we did not hear, 
His steps below we could not trace. 

But when His glory shall appear 
We too shall meet Him face to face. 

So we must cast our sins away : 

The Christian robe all white and new 

He gave on our baptismal day, 
We must not stain its snowy hue. 

But all the things He used to tell 

Our hands must do, our lips must learn. 

Like faithful servants working well 
And waiting our dear Lord's return. 

For surely as the leaves and flowers 
In summer time come back again. 

So surely as in sultry hours 

The dark clouds bring the pleasant rain. 

Shall He Who in His lowly love 

Came down that we might be forgiven, 

Break glorious through the clouds above. 
And take His children home to heaven. 

£f)e Second Suntfag in atibent 

lhatwe throwjh patience and comfort of the Scriptures might hare 
hope. — Rom. xv. 4. 

Moke precious than the fine fine gold 

The rich man hoardeth up, 
Far sweeter than the honey drop 

Hid in the lily's cup, 
Are words writ down in God's own Book, 

And poured into the ear 
Of them who read His Word aright. 

Or reverently hear. 

Christian children, good wise men 

Who lived long years ago. 
What had they given to learn at last 

The things ye read and know ; 
The strains that fill your infant ears 

Free as life's common air, 
Sweet words of hope and joy and trust 

Around you whispered fair! 


Abroad, in God's own holy house, 

Within your cottage homes, 
Wherever man has need of aid, 

Or want or sorrow comes, 
They bring the rule of all your joys. 

The salve for all your sorrow, 
A stream where you may taste to-day 

And drink more deep to-morrow. 

Remember, then, of them is asked 

Much, to whom much is given ; 
Nor read in vain the blessed Book 

That tells of Christ and heaven ; 
Nor careless the free gift abuse ; 

Since love from knowledge springs, 
And reverent use keeps holy still 

The most familiar things. 

And never turn that holy page 

Without a holy thought, 
And daily strive in word and deed 

To do what it has taught ; 
So shall your feet in patience tread 

The paths of care and strife, 
Strong in the blessed hope it brings 

Of everlasting life. 

Ok Ojtrti ^untiag in aibent 

Let a man so account of us, as of the ministers of Christ, and 
sic i cards of the mysteries of GOD. — 1 Cor. iv. 1. 

The shepherd on the green hill side 

Sits watching all the day 
To guide his sheep to pastures meet, 

To turn them when they stray. 

The Pastor looks with anxious care 
On us, whom God has given 

Into his charge, to guide our feet 
And train our souls for heaven. 

He walks amid our lowly homes 

And kindly is his smile, 
And deep and stern his solemn voice 

Comes down the church's aisle. 

He kneels heside the poor man's bed 
Ere life's last throbbings cease, 

And prompts the prayer of penitence 
And pours the words of peace. 


He teaches us God's holy Will 

When we, in order due, 
Stand round and gather at his lips 

What we should think and do. 

For he is Christ's own minister, 
Of Him sent forth, to show 

The wonders of His love to us 
Here in the Church helow. 

Then meekly must we hear the Word 

And duteously obey ; 
The shepherd grieves if only one 

Of all his flock should stray. 

And sure the little lambs should love 

To frolic round the hand 
That leads them to the flowery meads 

Of that far greener land, 

Where each true Pastor, safe at last, 

His little band shall bring 
To the Great Shepherd of all souls. 

Their own Kedeeminir Kins. 

Ojf jFourtfj Suntoag in Hibent 

In every thing by j> application with thanksgiving lei 

requests be made known iinto God. — Phil. iv. (i. 

When first the golden sun returning 

Through breaking clouds brings glorious daw 

When thought is fresh and strength unwearied, 
Rise, Christian child, kneel down and pray. 

When fall the sunset hues of even 

On folding flower and dewy sod, 
When purple gleams are on the mountain, 

Kneel, child, again, and pray to God. 

Hast thou not need of strength to fit thee 
All day to strive in Christian fight ? 

Hast thou not need of love to shield thee 
From danger all the gloomy night ? 

Thy father's hand may fail to help thee, 
Nor even thy mother sootli thy care, — 

There is an Arm that never wearies, 
An Ear that heareth every prayer. 


The poor man in his straw-roofed cottage, 

The rich man in his lordly hall, 
The old man's voice, the child's first whisper, 

He listens and He answers all. 

Yea, more than our poor hearts may venture 
To dream or ask, His love shall give, 

For the dear sake of Him most precious, 
In Whom this better life we live ; 

This life wherein, from wrath delivered, 

And in Christ's Name to God brought near, 

We pour to our forgiving Father 

The prayers His mercy loves to hear. 

(jlfjnstmas Sap. 

Unto you is born this day in the city of David, a Saviour, which is 
Christ the Lord. — St. Luke, ii. 11. 

Children, rise ! through all the east 
Dawns our happy Christmas feast ; 
Praise the newborn Prince of glory 
Angel harps have rung before ye : 
They last night, in joyous tone, 
To the shepherds watching lone, 
While their dazzled eyes grew dim, 
Poured the Saviours birthday hymn. 

Come to hail your infant King ! 
All good men are worshipping, 
Where within the church are seen 
Brightest wreaths of evergreen ; 
And the berries red that grow, 
Smiling, through, the winter's snow, 
Like the Child who looked so bright 
On a world of sin and night. 

With glad hearts and cheerful faces 
Come to your accustomed places ; 
Year by year and day by day 
Here we praise Him, here we pray ; 


Here we read His wondrous story, 
Singing to our Lord in glory, 
Who came down on earth to he 
Once a poor weak child like ye. 

From the holy heavenly place 
Where He saw His Father's face, 
Where bright bands of angels wait — 
To the poor man's mean estate, 
Lowly, desolate, opprest; 
To a maiden mother's breast ; 
To the smiles soon lost in tears, 
And the pains of infant years. 

By His lowly gracious birth, 
God's own Son on this poor earth. 
From your birthright here below, 
Sin, and death, and shame, and woe, 
Ye are freed; and, born anew, 
Ye must live as Christians do, 
Praying Him, to Whom were known 
Childhood's griefs, to help His own. 

Haste ye to our birthday feast ; 
Not the meanest, not the least, 
High, or low, should turn away ; 
Christ our King was horn to-day. 

Saint Stephen'* Say, 

And when he had said this, he fell asleep,— Act>. vii. 60. 

Have you not seen the lily ride, 

When winds were loud and waves Mere high, 
Serenely o'er the troubled tide, 

Spreading her white breast to the sky ? 

So, calm amid the raging throng 

Of evil men athirst for blood, 
In faith serene, in comfort strong, 

Christ's earliest martyr Stephen stood. 

His cheek, no fear has turned it white ; 

His parted lips no groans have riven ; 
His face is as an angel's bright ; 

His lifted eyes are turned to heaven ; 

What sees ho there ? Oh ! faithful found ! 

Christ to His dying saint draws nigh, 
Heaven's glorious rays stream all around ; 

He sees the Father throned on IiiltIi- 

1 2 saint Stephen's day. 

And Jesus standing by His throne ; — 
Close presses on the raging crowd ; 

Falls thick and fast the murderous stone ; 
The martyrs knee to earth is bowed. 

" Lord, lay not to their charge," he prays, 
" This sin ! O Christ, my spirit keep ! " 

Take up your clothes and go your ways, 
Ye men of pride ; he lies asleep. 

So Stephen died ; nor Christian eye 
Should read the tale so sadly dear, 

And careless cast the story by ; 
A great example have we here. 

Though not for us the stone be flung, 
Nor murderer's hand be lifted up, 

It teacheth all, both o ] d and young, 
How best to drink our Master's cup, 

For trials here to all are given ; 

Lord, make us, then, like thy dear saint, 
To look through all to Thee and heaven, 

Nor let our weary spirits faint. 

And give us love as full and free, 
Forgiving all who do us spite ; 

And let us sleep like him in Thee; 
And be our waking hour as bright. 

£t ^ofjn tljr (fttiangeltsft Bay. 

Then Peter, turning about, seeth the disciple whom Jesus loved 

following ; which also leaned on his breast at supper. — 

st. John.xxi. 20. 

There lies a little lonely isle 
Where dark the salt waves run 

And Grecian fishers dry their nets 
Against the eastern sun ; 

And, many a hundred years ago. 

Within that island fair 
There dwelt an exiled Jewish man, 

A man of reverend air ; 

His eye was bright as setting suns, 

His aged form unbent ; 
The little children following, 

He blest them as he went. 

That head beloved at supper time 
Had leant on Jesus' breast; 

That honoured hand had taken home 
Hi^ Mother for a guest ; 


That eye had seen in glorious trance 

Mysterious things to be, 
Wild visions of impending doom 

On heaven and earth and sea ; 

His pen had writ of times to come, 

Of dearer times by gone ; 
He was the fishers chosen son, 

The Lord's beloved Saint John ; 

And he had drunk his Master's cup 

So long, so patiently, 
And now he lingered there, the last, 

Till Christ should set him free. 

I wish I'd lived in those old times, 

And been a Grecian child. 
To hear that old man's blessing kind, 

To meet him when he smiled, 

To learn the words of holy love 

That ever from his lips 
Fell gentle as the evening dew 

The thirsty blossom sips. 

But love endureth through nil age: 
Nor time, nor distance drear. 

Divide the living and the dead 
Of Christ's communion dear. 


For all His saints in Him arc one ; 

The exile o'er the sea, 
The child within his English home, 

The struggling, and the tree. 

The good Saint John hath rest at last : 

He wears the promised crown ; 
And still, hy the dear Church he watched, 

His words are handed down; 

And we shall meet him, not as once 

On that far island shore, 
But where apostles, martyrs, saints, 

Have peace for evermore. 

innocents' 33ag- 

Theae were redeemed from among men, being the jirst fruits unto God 

and to the Lamb.— Rev. xiv. 4. 

There was a voice of bitter woe 
Through David's ancient city, 

When Rachel for her children sued 
To them that knew not pity; 

When all her mothers o'er their babes 
Wept loud in hopeless sorrow, 

Pressing the lips that smiled in death 
But shall not smile to-morrow. 

There is a voice in heaven's high courts, 

Of joy and triumph singing, 
A hundred thousand harps, and more, 

And fair VOUDg angels all in white 
Around the throne are gliding, 

For ever in the glorious light 
Of Cim i st their Lord abiding. 


These are the first fruits of The Lamb, 

The undefiled and holy 
Who died for Him, when Herod's sword 

Had slain The Child so lowly. 

Oh blessed babes, who won so soon 
The martyr's crown all glorious, 

Washed ere the world had cast a stain, 
And ere the strife victorious. 

Ye glorified The Lord in death, 
Your young lives freely giving ; 

We, too, your brethren here on earth, 
May glorify Him living. 

Still yearly on our infant ears 

Fall echoes of your story, 
We think upon your robes washed white, 

And on your palms of glory. 

We praise His name Who still ordains 
Young children to adore Him, 

And pray that we may ever walk- 
In love and truth before Him. 

Sutttag after ffiijrfetmas, 

And thou shalt call His Name Jesus, for He shall save His people 
from their sins. — St. Matt. i. 21. 

How brightly falls the morning ray 

Along the dewy sod, 
As though it came to light our day 

Fresh from the throne of God. 

How sweetly do the wild birds sing 
From out their dewy bowers ; 

How pleasant are the scents that spring 
From all earth's opening flowers. 

God loves to see the flowers rejoice. 

He loves the wild bird's hymn, 
And yet their worship has no voice, 

Their sweetest strains are dim. 

But children's lips sweet strains may learn, 

Of love and meaning too ; 
And children's eyes to God may turn 

Like flowers through morning dew. 


God loves the voices low and clear, 

The early offered prayer ; 
In truth He is a Father dear, 

And hath a Father's care. 

There was a Child, Whose mortal birth, 

Like morning's rosv light, 
Broke glorious o'er our darkened earth ; 

No flower so sweet and bright. 

And for That Holy Child's dear lore, 

And through His precious blood, 
Are children's voices heard above, 

And children's heart- made good. 

&§t Gttrcumcteum 

And when eight days were accomplished for the circumcising of the 
Child, His Name teas called Jesus.— Luke, ii. 21. 

On many a small and common thing 

That meets us every day 
Has God writ down the solemn word, 

Learn, Christian, to obey. 

Early must little children learn, 
With hearts yet soft and shy, 

Meekly to do another's will, 
Nor ask the reason why. 

Teachers, and friends, and parents dear, 
And pastors, these are they 

Of whom to little children God 
Says " Hear them and obey." 

And men and wives, in after years, 

Even to life's latest hour, 
.Must bow the neck and bend the head 

To some superior power. 


Even He, the God once born on earth, 

Whom angels wondering saw, 
He bowed of old His infant head 

Obedient to the law. 

Lord, take away the stubborn thought, 

The proud rebellious lieart; 
In meek obedience ever lies 

The Christian's proper part ; 

That like Thine own obedient Son 

Subduing our own will, 
Thy little lambs to all Thy laws 

May prove obedient still. 

€i)e ISptpfjang 

They presented unto Him gifts; gold, frankincense, and myrrh.- 
St. Matt. ii. 11. 

Who are they, travelling from afar, 
With jewelled gift and incense fine ? 

Xo merchants homeward bound they are, 
No sons of Jacob's chosen line. 

For now the Sun that rose so bright 

For all the earth, has dawned in heaven, 

Far lands have felt the breaking light, 
The temple's veil will soon be riven ; 

And mercy, like a gentle star, 

Looks down from heaven, and leads them on 
From eastern scenes of pomp and war 

To worship at a cradle throne. 

The wandering star has ceased to roam . 

Calm falls her radiance, pure and mild, 
On yonder Jewish peasant's home. 

On vonder low-born Jewish Child. 


Laid on a virgin mother's knee, 

No waiting guards, no pomp around, 

The wise men joy exceedingly, 

The Monarch Whom they sought is found. 

They kneel before their Infant King 
And all their treasured gifts unfold, 

In costly homage offering 

The myrrh, the incense, and the gold. 

And meet it was all earth should send 

A tribute of her costliest things ; 
And meet it was her kings should bend 

In homage to the King of Kings. 

Praise to His mercy ! We had been, 
The Good Great God to us unknown, 

Poor heathen children, in our sin 

Bowed down to gods of wood and stone; 

But Christ received the Gentile's vow, 
The distant isles no more are dim, 

And all are Abraham's children now 
Who hold like precious faith with him. 

Great kings for Christ great things have done; 

He bade them nurse His church below ; 
And brighter crowns their brows have won, 

At His dear cross adoring low- 


But not the gift the poor man bears, 
Nor lowliest child, will He despise ; 

Submissive hearts and contrite prayers 
Are His most holy sacrifice. 

Cfjc dFttst £untiag after tfje ISptpfjanp. 

After three days, they found Him in the tem2)te. — St. Luke ii. 4fi. 

Still duly as the church bells ring 
O'er wooded hill and valley green, 
To God's own holy house we bring 
Glad hearts and reverent mein. 

In smiling order, two by two, 
All up the village street we tread, 
And underneath the churchyard yew 
Above the Christian dead, 

And through the porch's open door. 
And slowly up the solemn aisle ; 
Each sitting where he sat before, 
In long and ordered file ; 

Like young flowers set in fragrant row 
Within some garden cultured fair, 
Or flocks of wild birds winging slow 
And silent through the air. 


Even He, the glorious Lord of all, 

Came in His holy childhood dear, 

And sat within God's temple wall, 

To question, and to hear. 

Still sweetly falls the solemn word 
That teaches what we ought to do, 
Still deep and high the prayers are poured ; 
We ask, and listen too. 

And He Who stayed an humble child, 
Long lingering in the house of God, 
When sire, and kin, and mother mild, 
Unconscious, homeward trod, 

He loves, when little voices sweet 
The organ's sacred notes prolong, 
Join when His elder saints repeat, 
And swell His angels' song. 

He called us to this blessed state, 
Young members of His church below; 
Then Jet us throng His temple gate, 
And let our praises freely flow. 

Or crconti ^unliap after tfje l£ptpf)ani). 

And both Jesus was called, and His disciple*, to the marriage.- 

St. John ii. 2. 

Come to our joyous marriage feast, 
The bride has decked her hair, 

The board is full, the wine is red; 
Come forth our mirth to share. 

Thus merrily through Cana's town 
Had the glad summons poured, 

But had not told what honoured Guest 
Should grace that festal board ; 

Even He, The God, for us made man. 

His lowly mother near, 
Who sat and smiled upon the rite, 

And blessed the bridal cheer. 

Why do the servants pause in doubt ? 

The voice of mirth is stayed ; 
•• My Son, they have no wine to drink." 

Softlv the mother said. 


Oh Loving Lord, and Good to all, 

He marked the lowly need, 
Yet gently chid the eager voice 

That urged His gracious deed. 

" Fill to the brim the water pots/' 

And they obey His sign ; 
They draw, they bear ; the clear pure wave 

Is turned to rosy wine. 

No more when Cana's brides are wed 
Christ comes the feast to share ; 

But Christian hands may spread the board. 
And He will still be there, 

To hallow still our festive hours, 

If chastened be our mirth, 
Such as we had not feared if He 

Had looked on when on earth. 

O Thou to Whom all might and power 

In this wide earth belong, 
Changing her natural elements, 

And making weak things strong ; 

Change Thou Thy children's sinful hearts. 
Bless Thou their weak design ; 

For man may fill the water pot, 
God makes the water wine. 

Ef)t 2Tf)trt ictmfcaj) after tf)e iEptpfjany. 

Lord, I am not worthy that Thou shouldest come under my roof.- 
St. Matt. viii. 8. 

The liower that in the lowly vale, 

Beside the old gray stone, 
Hides underneath her dark green leaves, 

And blooms there all alone ; 

Her scented breath is just as sweet, 

Her silken leaf as blue, 
As though within the garden ground 

Admired and prized she grew. 

The lowly heart, the humble mind, 
That shrink from human praise, 

That wear away in unknown deeds 
The measure of their days, 

That know themselves unworthy all, 

Their hearts how prone to ill, 
Unmeet that Christ therein should dwell; 

He knows and loves them still. 


As when the lordly Roman prayed, 

" I am not worthy, Lord," 
He smiled upon his trembling faith, 

And heard his humble word. 

He said that little children were 

Types of humility ; 
How humble, then, and meek of heart, 

His children ought to be. 

No swelling pride, no thirst of praise, 
Their little hearts should move ; 

But humble prayers in meekness poured, 
And deeds of lowly love : 

Meek as the flower that grows unmarked 
Where man has never trod, 

Where only angels watch her bloom 
Beneath the eve of God. 

Cije dFourtf) Surrtag after tfje Cptpfjang. 

And He arose, and rebuked the ivind, and said unto the sea, Peac* 
be still. — St. Mark iv. 39. 

The stormy wind has stirred the water, 
Washing the shores of Galilee ; 

The little vessel labours slowly, 
Slowly over the heavy sea. 

Angrier still the breaking billows 

Fling their foam to the darkened sky ; 

Over the winds and waters roaring 
Comes the mariner's helpless cry. 

One there is in that little vessel, 
Slumb'ring over the troubled deep, 

As if the loud wind only lulled Hiim 
The wave but rocked His quiet sleep. 

Over the winds and waters breaking 
Comes the mariner's fearful call 

To the ears of That Holy Sleeper, 
a Save us, Lord, or we perish all.' 


fearful men, and faithless hearted ! 

Wherefore tremble when He is near ? 
He hath risen and chidden the tempest, 

And the winds and the waters hear. 

He hath spoken ; the waves lie quiet, 
As still as a motionless pool ; 

The winds are o'er them faintlv sighing, 
Like the breezes of evening cool. 

Is not Christ with His people ever 
When the storms of sorrow and sin 

Break round us in this world of evil. 
And our spirits grow faint within ? 

O yes, we must not think, in trouble, 
That our Master lieth asleep ; 

For He guideth His chosen children 
Safely over the stormy deep. 

When like a tempest strong temptations 
Compass us round with doubt and fear, 

Faith shall come to the weary struggler, 
Whispering sweetly, Christ is near. 

£f)e jFtftf) Suntrag after fyt ©jupfjanp. 

Let both grow together until the harvest. — St Matt. xiii. 30. 

The waving fields of yellow corn 

Grow ripe beneath the Autumn moon ; 

We know the reaper's ready hand 
Will cut the golden harvest soon. 

And there are many bright green weeds 
With spreading flowers of gaudy hue 

That grow together with the grain ; 
The reapers hand shall cut them too. 

Thus, even in Christ's Own Church, we see 
The bad are mingled with the good, 

And men forsake their early vows 
And do not live as Christians should ; 

Yet the same sun is bright for all, 

Earth's common gifts for all are poured ; 

And so we deem that God forgets 
The promise of His awful word. 



But there shall come a harvest time, 

When God's Own hands of Angels bright 

Shall hind the golden sheaves for Heaven, 
And fling the weeds to endless night. 

Then not, Lord, had fruitless weeds, 

Then not to fire eternal cast, 
But bearing rich the fruits of life 

Be all Thy Children found at last! 

&%t £titf) £untiag after ti\t ©ptpjjanj?- 

And every man that hath this hope in him, purijieth himself, even as He 
is pure. — 1 St. John. iii. 3. 

We see the leaves fall withered from the trees, 
And, year hy year, the sweet flowers fade away, 

They wither in the sharp Autumnal hreeze ; — 
Has man no higher, holier, hope than they ? 

Frail as the gentle flower we see him die, 
The bright eye closes, and the failing breath 

Heaves not the lip with its accustomed sigh ; — 
Hath he no hope, no comfort in his death ? 

O yes, the fair leaves falling where we tread 
Shall clothe the waving forest trees no more ; 

But man shall rise immortal, from the dead, 

Passing through death as through an open door — 

An open door, through which faint glimpses come 
Of the bright joys that blessed spirits find ; 

For Holy Scripture says, our Heavenly Home 
Is fairer i il we leave behind. 


If then the Christian's hope so glorious be, 
Should not the Christian purify his heart 

To tit him for that Angel company 

Wherewith he hopes hereafter to have part ? 

And more than Angels holy, pure, and high, 

There's One Who left for us those realms of bliss, 
Who won our places in that glorious sky, 
And said our hearts must be made pure like His. 

And in that Heaven His children hold of Him, 
Himself shall to His faithful Saints be near. 

Then let not our high hope grow faint and dim 
But let us follow in His footsteps here. 

So run that ye may obtain. — 1 Cor. ix. 24. 

Still brightly falls the southern sun 

On many a lone and silent shore, 
Where in the pride of her first days 

Greece held her games of yore, 
When all her sons with bounding hearts 

Thronged gaily to the festal place, 
And eager champions met in strife, 

Or ran the weary race. 

Long trained, long nurtured, disciplined 

By toil severe, and fast, and pain, 
They deemed all labour light, to stand 

First of that chosen train ; 
And when the dangerous strife was o'er. 

And when the weary race was run, 
One little crown of bright £reen leaves 

Was all the conqueror won. 


Fair Greece, round thy forsaken shrines 

No more thy smiling daughters sing 
Their victor hymns, who bravely strove 

Within thy glorious ring ; 
But Christians have a race to run, 

A sterner harder strife to win, 
Their race is for a heavenly crown, 

Their struggle is with sin. 

Shall they noo ioil, and fast, and pray, 

And be as firm of heart as these 
Poor heathen men, who toiled of old, 

Denying idle ease ? 
The parsley leaf grows near the ground 

Those Grecian victors thought so fair, 
But angel hands shall twine the crown 

That Christian conquerors wear. 

Then let us up, and bravely strive, 

Nor of the heathen scorn to learn 
How best with toil, and pain, and care, 

Our glorious prize to earn. 
The crown we seek is not like theirs, 

A fading wreath that none may share, 
Imperishable are its leaves, 

And all mav win and wear. 

S^iagestma iountrag- 

The seed is the Word of God. — St. Luke viii. 2. 

When all the solemn Church within 
Is hushed for morning prayer, 

How many different hearts and ears 
Assembled, listen there ! 

The Pastor speaks the Word of God, 

He speaketh it to all, 
Like sower good, whose precious seed 

In many a place doth fall. 

Some hear it with a soul so light, 

So careless, and so vain, 
The evil one soon takes away 

The good tliev seemed to gain. 

Some have such faithless hearts, and cold, 

So little love they feel, 
A taunt, a sneer, a passing pain, 

Can wither all their zeal. 


And some with worldly care, or joy. 
With riches, pleasure, need, 

Have so filled up their poor low thought 
They choke the precious seed. 

And is it thus Christ's children dear. 

Born in His Church anew, 
Should listen to His Holy Word, 

And nothing feel or do ? 

Oh no, there was some fertile ground 
Whereon the good seed fell, 

And brought forth fair fruits manifold. 
And grew, and flourished well. 

Thus ever may Thy children hear 
When Thy dread words are poured. 

Thus fitly fall they on their ear, 
And in their hearts be stored ; 

And bring forth fruits of holy deeds, 

Of gentle duteous love, 
The precious fruits that Angels reap 

At last for heaven above. 

(Rumpagegtma icutrtiag. 

Charity never faileth. — 1 Cor. xiii. 8. 

The angels that in unity 

Sing round God's throne above- 
How must their spirits grieved be 
If earthly broils perchance they see, 
Brother with brother disagree, 

No gentleness, no love ! 

The angry word given back again 
With word of fiercer wrath, 

The smile that mocks a brother's pain. 

The selfish care, the proud disdain, 

The envious thought that seeks to gain 
More than another hath. 

Oh how unmeet for such as we 

Are loud contentions, wrath, and spite. 
Who hope to dwell eternally 
With never failing Charity, 
Where Hope shall be reality, 

And Faith be lost in surht. 


One Man there was, Who could fulfil 

Love's perfect law from earliest youth, 

The kind of heart, the meek of will, 

Enduring, hearing, suffering still, 

Rejoicing not in others ill, 
But joying in the truth. 

Then let us love, and watch ; and pray 

That like to His he every heart ; 
Still looking for the glorious day 
Of love's immortal, boundless sway, 
Which dimly now and far away 
We only see in part. 

Est) fciHrtinrstoag. 

Turn ye even to Me, saith The Lord. — Joel ii. 1- 

Swset is the morning's rosy prime, 
And bright the golden hours of noon, 

But there must come a twilight time, 
A time that hath nor sun, nor moon. 

Good gifts to us our God has given ; 

With bounding heart and lifted eve 
Man walks beneath a smiling heaven. 

And praises loud The Lord on high. 

But there are times when he must go 
And kneel within his room alone. 

And tell, in penitence and woe. 
The evil deeds that he hath done ; 

For wrong will ofttimes conquer right. 
Our holiest deeds are stained with sin. 

Like flowers that bloom all fair and bright 
But have a canker worm within. 


And there are times when church hells call 

To hitter penitential thought, 
And hid whole nations prostrate fall, 

Lamenting what their sins have wrought. 

We, from our primal state of sin 

By Christ's own cleansing blood set free, 

We have not always loved, nor been 
As holy as we ought to be. 

To all of us God speaketh now, — 
Rise, Christian children, come away, 

Repent your early broken vow, 

Come, mourn for all your sins to-day. 

Cfjr .-/Fust &uiftag in Unit. 

And when He had fasted forty days andforty nights, 11 \ 
an hungered. — St. Matt. iv. 2. 

It is a time for prayer and penitence. 

When men stand still, and think upon their sin, 
And ask of God, with tears and abstinence. 

To wash away the stain that lies within, 

Mindful of Him, Who, in the wilderness, 
Long forty days in fast and sorrow spent, 

Dwelling alone in peril and distress, 

Showing how sin demandeth punishment. 

And even young children, fresh as is the flower 
Just opening in the early morning dew, 

O'er their unfolding hearts hath sin had power, 
And they have need to ask forgiveness too. 

They have not kept the vows their Sureties said, 
Proud, angry, words upon their lips have dwelt, 

They have not followed where their Captain led. 
Bad thoughts and wrong desires their hearts have 


Therefore these days of Lent are set apart 

That we may think on sins that we have done, 

And telling them to God, with contrite heart, 
Ask pardon in The Name of His Dear Son. 

<FfK Secern* ^untiag in ILrnt. 

-not even as the Gentiles which know not God.- 

1 Thess. iv. 5. 

There's many a sunny island 
Far o'er the wide salt sea, 

With fertile vale and highland, 
And golden fruited tree, 

Where the poor heathen gathers 
His dark browed children dear, 

And they worship with their fathers 
The gods that cannot hear. 

No peaceful church hells ringing 
Have ever lingered there, 

No voice of choral singing 
Has filled that fragrant air ; 

But words of strife and anger 

Fall on their infant ears, 
And deeds of sin and danger 

Shall mark their future years. 


Above your English dwelling 
Rises the old church tower, 

Ye hear the sweet hells swelling 
At morn, and evening hour ; 

Ye know of One, so lowly, 

Who for your sakes came down; 

Who told you to be holy, 
And won for you a crown. 

If ye, thus blest and gifted, 
Forego your happy state, 

If your young hearts be lifted 
With pride, and wrath, and hate, 

In wilful darkness staying ; 

Far worse are ye than they, 
Those heathen children, straying 

In the islands far away. 

From this world's sin and dangers 
Lord keep Thine own lambs fast ; 

And the little heathen strangers, 
O bring them home at last. 

&§c 2Tf)tt:lJ Suntrag in iLent, 

And u'hen he comcth, hcjindeth it swept and garnished. 
St. Luke xi. 25. 

The birds and bees that, to and fro, 
Through the sweet air in summer go, 

Are busy all and each ; 
By waving tree and shady nook 
Fair Nature spreads her open book ; 
Come forth and gather, as ye look, 

The truths she loves to teach. 

The wild bees through the forest fly ; 
With busy hum and laden thigh 

They visit all the flowers ; 
The little birds that soar and sing, 
They labour with unwearied wing, 
Making their curious nests in spring ; 

They have no idle hours. 

All good, all active, nought in vain, 
Her beasts and birds and insect train 
Toil out their little day ; 



Wherever the hot sunbeam darts, 
There's busy life in all her parts ; — 
Are children's hands and children's heart? 
More useless things than they ? 

We know, when once the evil one 
From out one idle man had gone, 

He came again to see ; 
No busy guard the chamber kept ; 
He found it empty, garnished, swept ; 
Again into that heart he crept 

With seven worse than he. 

For idle hands are fittest still 
For deeds of mischief and of ill, 

And time flies fast away ; 
Ye must not waste its precious store, 
Who in your early childhood swore 
To work Christ's Will for evermore 

Until His Judgment Day. 

A heavy woe was doomed for him, 
Who left his talent mouldering dim 

In rust and idleness ; 
Ye have your precious talents too ; 
Then boldly rise, and bravely do, 
Be patient, diligent, and true, 

And Christ your work shall bless. 

Cfjc dfaurtf) iountiap in 3Lent 

Moreover Joseph kissed all his Brethren, and wept upon 
them. — Gen. xlv. 15. 

If hasty hand or bitter tongue 
Have ever done you causeless wrong 

By evil deed or word, 
Have no bad thought your heart within. 
For malice is a deadly sin 

And hateful to the Lord. 

Be yours such thought as Joseph felt, 
When all his haughty brethren knelt, 

As visioned dreams foretold, 
And found, in that Egyptian Lord, 
The Brother whom their hearts abhorred, 

The slave whom they had sold ; 

Then not a tear, but such as pour 
When hearts with love and joy run o'er, 

Then not an angry word he gave. 
But said " My brothers, weep no more ; 
Twas God who sent me on before 

Your dearer lives to save." 


A twofold power Forgiveness hath, 
She softens hearts, she tempers wrath, 

And she is ever strong 
To call a blessing down from heaven ; 
Christ said, " If ye would be forgiven. 

Forgive your brothers wrong/' 

2Tfje dFtftf) ifcunfcag in IUnt 

Abraham is dead, and the Prophets, and Thou sayest, " If a man keep 
My saying, he slwXl never taste of death."— St. John viii. 52. 

No longer dwells on Mamre's plain 
The faithful Father loved of God, 

Nor sees the setting sunbeam stain 
With purple hues Moriah's sod ; 

From Horeb's height, from Carmel's hill, 
The Prophets of The Lokd are fled ; 

By Jordan's wave and Cherith's rill, 
Their voice is silent ; are they dead ? 

Does Moses lie mid MoaVs stones ? 

Does old Machpelah's cavern lone 
Hold yet the Patriarch's mouldering bones ? 

And whither is Elijah gone ? 

We cannot answer ; earth with earth 
Long since has mingled in decay ; 

But they, who knew a second birth, 
We know they live, shall live for aye 


The dust, that lies beneath our tread, 
Shall stir again the valley's clod ; 

And now Christ's Kansomed are not dead, 
They live to us, they live to God. 

He triumphed o'er all conquering death, 

Who was, ere' Abraham, throned on high ; 
And, though we yield this mortal breath, 
Who keep His words shall never die. 

Cfje £untiag next fiefore iSastet- 

And many spread their gannents in the way, and others cut down 
bra?whes off the trees, and straived them in the way.St Mark xL & 

Come strew your garments in the way, 
Your wreaths of palm triumphant bring ; 
Fling wide thy gate, Jerusalem, 
And welcome loud thy lowly King ; 

He comes, Whom Prophets sang of old, 
Meek riding, as their lays foretold. 

But palms are for the conqueror 
In triumph's hour to deck his brow ; 
He comes to shame, He comes to death. 
For Whom ye strew those branches now ; 
He comes to bear the Hebrew's scorn, 
The Gentile's scourge, and hail, and thorn. 

Yet bring the palm ; for, by that pain, 
A deed most glorious shall be done ; 
And when That Willing Victim bleeds, 
A world's Redemption shall be won ; 
Tear off the robe and fling the leaf, 
Meet homage to your conquering Chief. 


Perchance, amid those lips that pour 
Hosannas pealing to the sky, 
Some soon shall join the maddening shout 
That said to Pilate, " Let Him die ;" 

Shall imprecate the judgement dread, 
" On us, His Blood be visited/' 

And there are Christian hearts like these, 
Who often in Christ's temple meet, 
And sing His praise in awful strain, 
And cast their offerings at His feet, 
Yet neither faith nor duty bring, 
And will not have Him for their King. 

Lord, when Thy little children come 
To worship at Thy glorious throne, 
To praise their own Victorious King; 
Oh ! let their thoughts and words be one ; 
And make them live in faith and love, 
And bear, hereafter, palms above. 

And He bowed His head, and gave up the ghost. — St. John xix. 30. 

How would your little hearts be pained, 

What grief would fill your eye, 
If father loved, or mother kind, 

Or brother dear, should die ; 

And, when their spirits passed away, 

If cruel pains they bore, 
And died in lingering agony ; 

Would you not weep them more ? 

To-day died One, Who loved you more 

Than even the fondest breast 
That ever soothed your infant cares, 

Or cradled you to rest ; 

And, oh ! as He hung lingering through 

Those hours so slow and long, 
Your thoughts have never pictured pain 

So fierce, and deep, and strong. 


'Tis meet repentant prayers should rise, 
'Tis meet our tears should flow 

For sins that cost such precious price, 
That brought such bitter woe. 

But not, like other's, without hope, 
The Christian s saddest grief; 

For faith looks smiling through his tears, 
And points the sure relief. 

She tells how joy, and triumph high, 

And sure salvation came, 
Even by that bitter agony, 

And in that death of shame ; 

She tells how death was conquered then, 

How sin no more has power 
O'er them, redeemed and cleansed by Him 

Who died in that dread hour ; 

And therefore, mindful of the joys 
Won by that outpoured blood, 

Still have we hope in penitence, 
Still call we this day good. 

IBaster l£ben. 

And laid it in his own new tomb. — St. Matt, xxvii. ( 

Pain and toil are over now, 
Bring the spice and bring the myrrh, 
Fold the limb and bind the brow 
In the rich man's sepulchre ; 
Far within the garden gloom 
Leave Him in His new made tomb. 

Sin has bruised The Victor's heel ; 
Roll the stone and guard it well, 
Bring the Romans dreaded seal, 
Bring his stanchest sentinel, 

Death and Hell shall hold their prey 

Only till tomorrow's ray. 

Doubt ye that corruption cold 
Hath not power to chain her God ; 
That the chill grave cannot hold 
Him beneath its silent sod ; 
That, with heavy measured tread, 
Thus ye watch the buried dead ? 


Yea, with morning's purple ray, 
Baffled warriors, in your sight 
Shall the stone be rolled away ; 
And bright Angels, robed in white, 
Sit in Joseph's burial cave, 
In the Saviours three days' grave. 

We, till lights the Easter Heaven, 
With a holier purpose come, 
Watching all this solemn even 
By Our Saviour's lowly tomb, 
Thinking we were buried too, 
We must live with Him anew. 

In the fresh Baptismal tide 
In our early childhood dim, 
When our evil nature died, 
We were buried deep with Him; 
We must live like men new born, 
Waiting for a brighter morn. 

ISastn; Bag, 

Christ, being risen from the dead, dieth no more. — Rom. vi. 9. 

He is risen, He is risen, 

Tell it with a joyful voice, 

He has burst His three day's prison, 

Let the whole wide earth rejoice ; 
Death is conquered, man is free, 
Christ has won the victory. 

Tell it to the sinners, weeping 
Over deeds in darkness done, 
Weary fast and vigil keeping, 
Brightly breaks their Easter sun ; 
Blood can wash all sins away, 
Christ has conquered hell to-day. 

Come, ye sad and fearful hearted, 
With glad smile and radiant brow : 
Lent's long shadows have departed, 
All His woes are over now, 

And the Passion that He bore ; 

Sin and pain can vex no more. 


Come, with high and holy hymning 
Chant our Lord's triumphant lay ; 
Not one darksome cloud is dimming 
Yonder glorious morning ray 

Breaking o'er the purple East ; 

Brighter far our Easter feast. 

He is risen, He is risen, 

He has oped the eternal gate ; 

We are free from sin s dark prison, 

Risen to a holier state, 
And a brighter Easter beam 
On our longing eyes shall stream. 

£f)e dFtust ^uniag after ISaster, 

And this is the victory that overcometh the ivorld, even our 
faith. — 1 John v. 4. 

War's crimson banner floats in air, 
The steed impatient paws the ground, 
Bright lance and plume are flashing fair, 
And echoes far the trumpet sound ; 

A thousand warriors hear the call, 

They couch the lance, they grasp the shield. 

In measured pace together all 

They hasten to the glorious field. 

We, too, are many, hastening on 
Beneath one banner beaming bright ; 
The Captain of our host is gone 
Before His soldiers to the fight ; 

We bear His sign upon our brow, 
We hold His armour in our hand, 
Bound, by our earliest uttered vow, 
True soldiers of His chosen band. 


Our foes are round us every day ; 
The world with her deceitful smiles, 
Our bad hearts leading us astray, 
And Satan, with his thousand wiles ; 

But He, who stemmed them all of yore, 
Who conquered sin, and death, and hell, 
He holds the Victors crown before, 
And bids His warriors fight as well ; 

He bids us watch our hearts within, 
When passion rises, wrath, and pride ; 
And fight against the thought of sin, 
And put the evil wish aside. 

Earth marshals forth her warlike powers 
With clash of arms and trumpet's tone ; 
A stiller holier strife is ours, 
Where prayer and praise are heard alone ; 

But Angels watch the holy throng, 
Christ's red-cross banner waves on high, 
And heavenly crown and Seraph's song 
Reward the Christians victory. 

Cfje i&econtf Suntrag after ©aster- 

Balaam saw that it leased The Lord to bless Israel. 
Numb. xxiv. 1. 

The Seer stood by his seven shrines ; 
He looked from Peors mountain grey ; 
All Israel's tents, like silver lines, 
Beneath him in the valley lay ; 

He saw Jeshimon's breeze unfold 
Their twelve broad banners waving free ; 
And Moab's monarch showed his gold, 
And said, "Oh ! Balaam, curse them me." 

A mightier impulse fills his breast, 
A deeper power impels his thought, — 
" How can I curse whom God has blest? 
Or speak, but what the Lord has taught? 

4 * Like fertile valleys watered wide, 
Like cedar trees in fragrant row, 
Like gardens by the river side, 
Thy goodly tents, O Israel, show. 


" Thy glorious tide shall still flow on, 
Thy seed by many waves shall lie ; 
When Agag's past, when Edom's gone, 
Thy throne shall be exalted high. 

" From fertile Egypt's dewless plain, 
Through rolling seas God made thy path ; 
Thy haughty foes opposed in vain, 
He slew the nations in His wrath. 

" Like lion, in the wilderness 
That coucheth down, thy strength shall be ; 
And blessed shall be they who bless, 
And cursed he that curseth thee." 

So spake of old the prophet sire, 
Moved by that Impulse none may quell, 
When, spite of lust and strong desire, 
He blest God's favoured Israel. 

And thus Christ's Church is ever blest, 
And thus His power still guards His saints, 
Though oft by cruel scorn opprest, 
Till hearts are sad, and courage faints. 

The Power that poured, by Pisgah's stone, 
Blessing for curses, good for ill, 
That mighty Power still keeps His Own, 
God's chosen sons are blessed still. 

Z$t Cijtrtr Sunfcag after ISaster- 

/ beseech you as strangers, and pilgrims, abstain from fleshly lusts. 
1 Pet, ii. 11. 

Through many a far and foreign land, 
With weary feet, and garment rent, 
And sandal laced, and staff in hand, 
The home-bound pilgrim went; 

He passed by many a garden fair, 
He looked on many a lordly dome, 
But ever whispered, passing there, 
u I seek my Father's home." 

He lingered not where thousand charms 
Wooed him from bank and sunny bower ; 
He turned not back when night's alarms 
Did all around him lour ; 

Yet gratefully he plucked some flowers 
That blossomed brightly at his feet, 
He knew, to cheer his travel hours, 
That God had made them meet ; 


And when sharp thorns before him lay, 
And rugged was the narrow road, 
He did not seek another way, 
But bravely onward strode. 

Children, all Christians here on earth. 
Where'er their weary footsteps roam, 
Whate'er their place, or state, or birth, 
Are pilgrims going home. 

The world shall tempt with vain delight, 
Shall try them with contempt and scorn, 
They must not think her flowers too bright, 
Nor tremble at her thorn. 

If doing right seem hard and stern, 
They must not shrink and turn away, 
But take their Masters cross, and learn 
To bear it, day by day. 

Thus praising God for all things sweet 
And bright, that He on earth has given, 
With watchful prayer their pilgrim feet 
Must hasten on to heaven. 

®f)e dFourti) iountrag after ©aster- 

And thou shalt teach them diligently unto thy children. — Deut. vi. 7. 

Oh ! say not that truth is too solemn and deep 

And awful for infancy's hour ; 
The sunshine looks down and the soft dewdrops 

For the rose hud as well as the flower. 
We may bend, we may train the young sapling at 

will ; 
The broad oak, that waves on the wood-covered hill, 
Shall mock all our efforts and baffle our skill ; 

And thus with the young we have power. 

While the heart is yet soft, and the dew of his birth 
On the brow of the Christian is bright, 

Ere the strifes of the world or the follies of earth 
Efface it, or darken its light, 

We would lead your young hearts to the hopes that 
are sure, 

We would show you the pleasures that ever endure, 

Would point out the paths that are pleasant and pure, 
And teach you to tread them aright. 


For the hopes that ye hold, and the truths that ye 
Ere your foot in the wilderness strays, 
Still fresh in the evening of age shall return 

With a power to chide or to raise ; 
As hard-hearted men have been melted to tears, 
Though darkness and crime had hung o'er them for 

When their own mothers song has come back to their 
Recalling their innocent days. 

Your childhood, in age should be sweet to recall, 

Like ruins, all hoary and grey, 
Whose ivied recesses still echo the fall 

Of sweet music heard far away ; 
And thus should each childish remembrance be fair, 
Of sweet church bells ringing, and praises, and prayer, 
And deep voices mingling in melody there, 

And young lips repeating their lay. 

So mindful of Him, to Whom children are dear, 

We bring you to kneel at his shrine ; 
We teach you His Words, and we pour on the ear 

Of your childhood things high and divine ; 
That the hope and the faith of your earliest year, 
In the fervour of youth like a shield may be near, 
Through the toils of your manhood may strengthen 
and cheer, 
And brighten your age's decline. 

&f)e dFtftij iounfcag after faster. 

Be ye doers of the Word, and not hearers OJily. — Jas. i. 22. 

There's many a tree grows broad and green 
Within the cultured garden ground, 

But, when the master looks thereon, 
No precious fruit is found. 

There's many a child who comes to Church, 
In prayer and praise who takes his part, 

And yet the holy words he hears 
Have never touched his heart ; 

They only fall upon his ear, 

His thoughts are wandering far away, 
And, when he bends the lowly knee, 

'Tis but his lips that pray. 

Not thus, not thus, Christ's children dear 
Should idly mock His Holy Word, 

For they, who heed not His commands, 
Had better ne'er have heard : 


And what avails the moving lip, 

The bended knee His House within, 

If still our hearts be dark and cold, 
If all our thoughts are sin ? 

This is not pure religion ; he 
Alone is blessed in his deed, 

In whom good fruits of holiness 
Spring from the precious seed ; 

Whose gentle heart, for others moved, 
O'erflows in deeds of pitying love, 

Whose tender spirit shrinks from sin, 
And seeks the things above. 

.ascension Bag- 

He was taken up, and a cloud received Him out of their siyht. 
Acts i. 9. 

High peals to day the Angel's strain, 
Heaven s azure gates are open wide, 

The Son of God returns again 
In Glory to His Father's side, 

Afar from strife, and sin, and pain, 
For ever to abide. 

From hamlet lone, from busy town, 
Come sing your Lord to glory gone ; 

He leaves the cross, He wears the crown, 
He sitteth by His Father's throne, 

There loveth still, and looketh down, 
And pleadeth for His own. 

For not the cloud, so darkly bright, 

That veiled Him from th' Apostle's eyes, 

That still shuts out from mortal sight 
His place beyond our bounded skies, 

Can dim, in Christian hearts, the light 
His Presence still supplies. 


In many a rite Himself has given, 
In Sacrament and prayer, full well 

We know, Our Lord, gone back to Heaven, 
Unseen doth with His people dwell ; 

And once more shall the clouds be riven, 
And Christ be visible. 

Then let us lift our hearts on high, 

Where Christ our Lord is gone before ; 

In deeds of faith, and charity, 

And hopes that Heavenward soar, 

To our ascended Lord draw nigh, 
And love Him more and more. 

&i)t £>unfiag after ascension Sap. 

But in the place which The Lord shall choose, there shult thou 

offer thy burnt offerings, and there thou shalt do all 
that I command thee. — Deut. xii. 14. 

I love our hamlet's lowly church, 

Its ivied tower and open door, 
The suns of hundred years have stained 

Its rugged roof and turret hoar. 

Here duly came our sires of old ; 

They trod the pavement's echoing stones, 
They knelt within these holy walls, 

That shadow now their mouldering hones. 

And hither shall our footsteps turn, 
To lift the heart, to bend the knee, 

With all our Christian brethren round. 
Strong in our holy unity. 

Here, in the words our fathers loved, 

The wonted prayers swell clear and sweet, 

And here Christ's chosen shepherd leads 
His faithful flock in pastures meet. 


I will not stray, nor turn aside 

To other place for praise and prayer ; 

The very soldiers, rude and stern, 

Christ's seamless garment would not tear. 

Shall Christian hands he more unkind ? 

Shall they Christ's Holy Church divide, 
And scorn His chosen ministers, 

And cast His holy rites aside ? 

No, I will tread the ancient paths, 

Pray the dear prayers my fathers prayed, 

Here was I early horn anew, 

Here would I have mine ashes laid. 

One great united family, 

Part lingering here, part pass'd above, 
Is Christ's true Church ; and one should be 

Her children's voice, their faith, their love. 

2l51ii)tt Sutras- 

And they were all filled zvith the Holy Ghost. — Acts ii. 4. 

There was a little lowly upper room 
Within the walls of proud Jerusalem, 

Where met a few poor men in grief and gloom, 
Talking of Him who once had walked with 

There came a sound as of a rushing wind 

And filled up all the place where they were met, 

And flaming figures of unwonted kind 

Like tongues of fire upon each hrow were set. 

That was the promise of the Father, come 
To them who waited, mourning for their Lord, 

And the closed lips that were so dead and dumb, 
Are loosed at once to speak His precious Word. 

Then all the strangers from afar, who came 

From Asian shores, from Europe's fairer strands. 

From A trie's deserts, wondering heard His Name 
In the dear language of their native lands. 


Not now in form distinct of flaming light 

Comes that Great Spirit on our earth to dwell, 

But, like the strong wind whispering at night, 
Its mighty impulse is invisible. 

Yet, to the lowly and obedient heart, 

In gentleness and might Its Breath shall come, 

Bidding the Christian choose the better part, 
Stirring with thought of His eternal home. 

Oh ! Lord ascended ! from Thy Glory's throne, 
On Thy baptized children kneeling lowly, 

Look down in mercy ! we were made Thine own ; 
Give our poor hearts Thy Spirit strong and 

Cttntts StmtJag- 

We worship One God in Trinity, and Trinity in Unity. - 
Athan. Creed. 

All coldly round our quiet homes 
We hear the wind in winter hlow, 

We see not whence the roamer comes, 
His onward path we do not know; 

And, when the winter passes by, 

The bright green leaves come back in Spring, 
We see not how, we know not why ; 

There's mystery in every thing. 

If then the flowers beneath his feet 
Mans feeble ken can scarce descry, 

How vainly would he strive to mete 
The awful things of God Most High ! 

The Babe sits on his Mother s knee, 

Bends on her lip his eye of blue, 
And, whatsoe'er her tale may be, 

His trusting spirit holds it true. 


Thus ever meek, confiding still, 

Men must be children all their days ; 

Nor God will scorn when children thrill 
With solemn lip His mystic lays. 

Then let our Father's honoured creed 
In measured cadence fully pour, 

And hold we fast, in word and deed, 
The faith they kept so clear of yore. 

With thrilling heart, and bending knee, 
Sing we, with yonder Heavenly Host, 

Praise to Th' Eternal Trinity, 

The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 

&t)e dFttst icuntrag after Cttmtj), 

fiber that thou, in thy lifetime, receivedst thy good things, 
and likewise Lazarus evil things. — Luke xvi. 25. 

Shame on our false misjudging hearts ! 

Through all the world whom call we blest ? 
The rich, the high, the powerful, 

The man of many goods possest. 
With envious thought, with raptured eye, 

We mark the great man's high estate, 
His pomp, his wealth, his lordly train, 

And wish ourselves as splendid fate. 

We look upon the poor man's needs, 

His pinching cares, his lot obscure, 
And almost wonder God should make 

Unequal thus the rich and poor, 
Because we deem this life is all, 

That dazzles to the eyes of men ; 
But, could we lift th' eternal veil, 

How vain were gold and glories then ! 



There was a rich man, Christ has said, 

In purple clothed and linen fine, 
Whose board was sumptuously spread 

With costly meats and sparkling wine ; 
And he had all that this world gives, 

But had no heart to give away ; 
The lowly beggar in his rags 

Without his gate unheeded lay. 

The very dogs, more pitiful, 

Came round to lick that poor mans sore ; 
He only asked the crumbs that fell, 

From that rich board, and got no more. 
They died, the rich man and the poor ; 

How different, then, their after state ! 
To Abraham's bosom Angels bore 

The poor man lone and desolate; 

The rich man lifted up his eyes, 

Far down in hell to torments driven ; 
He saw the beggar far away 

Within the golden gates of Heaven. 
Oh ! envy not the rich, the great, 

Nor wish your lowlier lot like theirs, 
For strong temptations wait on wealth, 

Who much possess have many cares. 

But ask we all of God Most High, 
Both rich and poor together bent, 


To make His high ones poor of heart, 

To make His lowly sons content ; 
That all His gifts for Him be used, 

And still His Holy Church give praise, 
With liberal hands and lowly hearts 

Fulfilling well her earthly days. 

<ZTf)e Smmto iounfcag after Exinitv. 

The Lord made me have dominion over the mighty. — Judges v. 13. 

Forth looked the Mother from her lattice high ; 
To Judah's valleys turned her proud dark eye ; — 
" Why do his chariot wheels delay so long ? 
" Why tarries thus the valiant and the strong ? 

:c Have they not sped ? have they not won the day ? 
• c To every man hath been a glorious prey ; 
" The gorgeous work by Syrian maidens planned, 
" And fair young slaves the brightest in the land ; 

• c Sure he will deck his loved ones with the spoil/' — 
In vain she looketh toward that favoured soil ; 
With shout and song, in peace returning home, 
He cometh not ; nor e'er again shall come. 

Far, far away, within the Kenite's tent, 

His brow is pierced, his stately head is bent ; 

Where Kishon's ancient waters hurry by, 

On Taanach's plains, his trampled warriors lie ; 


For Israel's God hath led the glorious fight, 
Abinoam's son has conquered in His might, 
And she, who sat by Bethel's judgment tree. 
Has risen to chant the song of victory. 

One woman, dwelling in her tent alone, 
In The Lord's Name has slain the mighty one ; 
She heard the cry of battle on the blast, 
She stayed the flying Chieftain as he past. 

Then say not, here on earth are feeble things 
Too weak and mean to serve The King of Kings ; 
The shallow stream, scarce noticed in its course, 
Feeds the broad lake and swells the torrent's force. 

Prayers of the poor and lowly, heard above, 
Hang, like a charm, around The Church we love ; 
And sighs prevail, and simple words have power. 
More than we think, when foes like tempests lour. 

The lowliest child That Holy Church within, 
Hath his own work to do, his fight to win. 
To watch, to pray, to keep his own young heart : 
God giveth strength for each appointed part. 

W$z CJjtrti Suntrag after ftrtnttg- 

Be sober, be vigilant, for your adversary, the devil, as a roaring lion 
walketh about, seeking whom he may devour.— 1 Pet. v. 8. 

The shadows on the desert lay, 
By clustering palm trees made; 

There stood a little Afric hut 
Within their crested shade. 

All night the hunter watched his home 

With fire, and ready spear, 
Because the lion of the plain 

Was ever roaming near. 

And still, when moonlight shadows fell 

Along the desert dread, 
He deemed he saw his large red eye, 

And heard his stealthy tread ; 

And still his howl was on the blast 
That waved the palm trees high ; 

The weary watcher might not sleep, 
Nor let his bright fire die. 


Around our quiet Christian homes 

A cruel lion stalks, 
More fearful far ; he dogs our ways, 

And haunts our daily walks. 

Could our eyes see that evil one, 
How would we start, and cower, 

To mark him watching our poor souls, 
Still ready to devour ; 

Still pouring in the evil thought, 
Still rousing wrath and pride, 

And painting bright, earth vanities, 
Till Heaven is scarce descried. 

But we have spiritual arms 
To strive against his might ; 

We have a holy fire within, 
God's Spirit pure and bright. 

We must not let our armour rust, 

Nor let our fire decay ; 
Our foot is ever on the watch, 

Our fight is every day ; 

But strong in faith, and vigilant 
O'er word and deed and thought, 

Our watchful souls must struggle on 
Till the good fight be fought. 

£f)e dFoutti) Suntiag after ^Trmttg. 

And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother's eye, but per- 
ceivest not the beam that is in thine own eye ? — St. Luke vi. 41. 

We walk together side by side, 
Within one hamlet we abide, 

And play beneath the same green tree ; 
Along the self same path we roam, 
The like temptations round us come, 
And all are pilgrims hasting home 

Where Christ our Lord shall ever be. 

We must not linger in the race 
To look into each other's face, 

And count the sins our brothers do, 
And tell them oe'r, as though we found 
A pleasure in the grievous sound, 
As tho' our own hands were not bound, 

And we had nothing bad to rue. 

Each has his own appointed part, 
To watch the sins of his own heart, 
To keep his bridal garment bright, 


The beam is dark in his own eye, 
He must not scan too curiously 
The little motes that dimly lie 

And darken less his brother's light. 

It is a sad unlovely sight. 
When little children take delight 

To tell a comrade's evil deed ; 
Far better would they look within 
And find out their own hidden sin, 
And then in penitence begin 

In truth the better life to lead. 

For, when our trial time is done, 
All for themselves, and each alone, 

Must stand before the judgment seat ; 
Then let us not with thought unkind 
Delight another's fault to find, 
The self-accusing humble mind 

For sinful man is far more meet. 

Qfyt dFtftf) ^untras after Cttnttg- 

Be courteous. — 1 Pet. iii. 8. 

There are no little things on earth, 

There's nought beneath the Christians care, 
No virtuous deeds of little worth ; 

The flower, upon the mountain hare, 
Where never came admiring eye, 
The Lord has carved as curiously, 
Has stained it with as gorgeous dye, 

As though a thousand looks were there. 

Deem not the simple charms, that dwell 

In gentle tone and smiling face, 
The courtesy, that flings a spell 

Of winning love and quiet grace 
Oe'r common deeds in silence wrought, 
Beneath the Christian's careful thought ; 
Another love Our Lord has taught, 

Adorning many a secret place. 

Upon the lonely mountain height 

He bids His fair young blossoms swell, 

For fragrance all and beauty bright 

Forth bursting from each dark green shell ; 


And shall no flowers of courtesie 
Within our lowly hamlets he, 
To brighten with their fragrance free 
The homes where poor men dwell \ 

Oh ! yes, the temple stones of old 

Admiring glances ever drew, 
All fair and beauteous to behold, 

Ranged in their polished order due ; 
And lovely deeds beseem us all, 
The stones in Christ's own temple wall. 
And nought is trivial, nought is small, 

That we, for His Great Name, can do. 

Ei)e gixfy i&uirtag after Crtnttg- 

And whosoever shall say to his brother, liaca, shall be in danger of the 

council, but tvhosoever shall sap " Thou Fool," shall be in danger 

of hell fire."— St. Matt. v. 22. 

Go strike the sounding harp aright, 
Melodious strains shall fill thine ear; 

Go speak the words of love and light, 
And sweet shall he thy speech to hear. 

But if rude hand should sweep the chords, 
For gentle strains shall discord be ; 

And angry speech, and spiteful words. 
Mar all the spirit's harmony. 

The tongue, it is a little thing, 

But, oh ! how much of sin and wrong 

Does that small member round us fling ! 
The harsh reproof, too stern and strong. 

The bitter name, the careless speech, — 
Alas ! we pour them every where, 

Nor think that to high Heaven they reach, 
And The Great God records them there. 


The large ship sailing o'er the deep, 
The hand of man can turn its course ; 

His own rude tongue he cannot keep, 
He will not check or tame its force. 

Watch well thy lips ; as waters leap 
From a full source, their accents fall ; 

Watch well thy heart, the fountain deep 
Whence spring thy words and actions all. 

If sinful anger, unforgot, 

Bring to thy lips the answer keen, 

Oh ! Christian, pause, and speak it not, 
And love shall make thy bosom clean. 

It coward fear or treachery 

Would clothe thy lip with specious art. 
Remember, ere thou speak the lie, 

(ion knows the secrets of the heart ; 

And time hastes on the fleeting hours 
Till Christ Our Lord come back again ; 

We know each thought and deed of ours, 
And word, shall be recorded then. 

Cfje ^ebentf) Smttras after Cnmtg, 

Nay but I will surely buy it of thee at a price; neither will I offer 

burnt offerings unto the Lord my God of that which doth cost me 

nothing. — 2 Sam. xxiv. 24. 

When Israel's Monarch stood of yore 
Beside Araunah's threshing floor, 
And when the princely subject twice 
Eefused the Monarch's proffered price, 

And freely would have given 
Oxen and wood, in sacrifice 

Unto The God of Heaven, 

The Princely Penitent forbore 
The generous donor's offered store, 
Though kinglike to a king preferred ; 
He turned aside with gentle word, 

And forth his fifty shekels brought ; 
He would not offer to The Lord 

Of that which cost him nought. 

Our love is not like theirs of old, 

Our hands are closed, our hearts are cold, 

A little time, a little thought, 


That brings no loss, that costs us nought, 

A little gold in offering 
To Him, Who our full safety wrought, 

Is all the gift we bring. 

Oh ! not with things of smallest worth 
Should Christians serve The Lord on eartli : 
Christ said, " Your daily crosses take, 
Bear pain, use trouble for My sake, 

Deny yourselves for Me, 
Remembering all I bore to make 

Your sinful spirits free." 

If wealth, so perilous to hold, 
Be yours, give freely of your gold ; 
Not the poor pittance pleasure spares 
From luxury's ideal cares ; 

Nor let the poor and low 
Deem, he with his rich brother shares 

Nought fitting to bestow. 

Give God that first best sacrifice, 
An humbled heart's repentant sighs ; 
Give Him some hours, that else were spent 
In sleep or sloth or merriment, 

For prayer and holy deed ; 
The praises of a heart content 

With all bv Him decreed. 


God looketh on our inward life, 

He knows the cost, He sees the strife ; 

Alike accepted, in His sight, 

The rich man s thousand talents bright 

Given all in quiet lowliness, 
And the poor Widow's lonely mite 

Saved from her hard distress. 

Cfje i£tat)tfj Suntrag after Crtnttg- 

Heirs of God, and joint heirs with Christ. — Rom. viii. 17 

Of late, from London's turret hoar, 
Glad tidings filled the winter morn, 

The Monarch's trial time was o'er, 
The heir of all the realm was born. 

To city vast, to hamlet shade, 

Went forth the voice of general joy. 

And not a British heart hut prayed 
For blessings on the princely Boy. 

A day of gladness, and of smiles ; — 
And meet it was, that such should be, 

Through all his birthright of fair Isles, 
Encompassed by their subject sea. 

There is a heritage more fair 

Than merry England's royal sway. 

And it hath many a new born heir, — 
Why heed we not their natal day ? 


In all our village Churches lone, 

With mystic words of faith and love, 

By many a font of old grey stone, 

Those heirs are horn of Heaven above ; 

And white-winged Angels hover o'er, 
For crimson banners floating fair ; 

And for the cannons joyous roar, 

Are uttered vow and whispered prayer. 

Yea, we ourselves are horn anew, 

Heirs of a glorious crown, more bright 

Than ever earthly Monarch knew 
His own by old ancestral right. 

Then still as year by year we view 
Expanding fair that royal flower, 

Ours is a future kingdom too, 
A higher sway, a holier power. 

And for his Queenly Mother's sake, 
And for the loyal love we bear, 

The tear shall fall, the heart shall break, 
When his young brows the circlet wear ; 

But not a sigh, and not a tear, 

Shall rend the heart or dim the face, 

When all Christ's ransomed children dear 
Inherit their eternal place. 


Thru pray we all, for us, for him, 

The trust of England's after day ; 
That earth's gay dreams, her visions dim, 
Exclude not Heaven's more perfect ray; 

But, to Our Father's promised home, 

The kingly crown, the robe washed white. 

The Peasant and the Prince may come, 
All heirs of everlasting li^rht. 

Ety jitntf) Suntrag after Cttnttg. 

Now these things were our examples, to the intent ice should not lust 
after evil things, as they also lusted.— 1 Cor. x. 6. 

Still year by year, on hill and plain, 
The flowers in Spring as brightly blow 
A s if no wind had laid them low, 
As if no winters frost and snow 

Upon their silent roots had lain. 

Sweet types, in their new life, are they 
Of mortal mans returning day; 
Like them he sleeps in short decay, 

Like them he lives and blooms again. 

Each bud that bursts, each flower that springs, 
It hath a lesson of its own, 
If we would only hear the tone 
That breathes from hill and valley lone : 

And thus it is with holier things ; 
Within their hidden meanings lie, 
And thoughtful spirit may descry 
Pure precept and example high 

Beneath their mystic shadowings. 


When Israel's hosts, beloved of God, 
From Egypt sought the desert dread ; 
By day the cloud before them sped, 
By night the fiery pillar led ; 

Unhurt the red sea depths they trod ; 

He rained down bread from Heaven's blue height. 
He bade the rock yield water bright, 
Till promised Canaan met their sight 

With blushing vine and fertile sod. 

We seek a land of more delight 

Than aught that promised Canaan gave ; 
We have escaped from sin's dark grave, 
Have passed the pure Baptismal wave ; 

Christ leads us on by day and night, 
The Bread, That feeds our weariness, 
The Rock, That, in the wilderness, 
Still gushes pure and free to bless 

Our souls with spiritual might. 

We must not be like Israel's band, 

Who tempted God by deed and thought, 
Who scorned the law His Prophet taught, 
Who loathed the precious food he brought, 

And wished again for Egypt's land ; 
His Holy Faith they would not hold, 
But loved the tales the Heathen told, 
And made them idol Gods of gold, 

Provoking His Almighty hand. 


These things are our examples, given, 
That we, who walk in brighter day, 
May hold our faith more pure than they 
Nor in this bad world go astray 

To sin, by evil passions driven ; 

Till He, whom type and lay foretold 
In mystic signs and songs of old, 
Shall lead us o'er life's dreary wold, 

Safe to our happy home in Heaven. 

£f)c &entf) ^untiag after Ermttg- 

And Ahab said to Elijah, "Hast thou found me, Omine enemy \ 
1 Kings xxi. 20. 

The tears are in King Ahab's eyes, 

His brow is dark with care, 
Because the poor mans vineyard lies 

So near his garden fair ; 
He flings his purple mantle by, 

Falls on his silken bed, 
The Queen and all her dames draw nigh, 

He turns away his head. 

Not pomp, nor wealth, nor high degree, 

True happiness impart ; 
She dwells with peace and charity 

Within the holy heart. 
There's envy in King Ahab's breast, 

He's Lord of lull and plain, 
He cannot sleep, he cannot rest. 

For Naboth's poor domain. 


And so, at that bad woman's word. 

The just man's blood is shed, — 
"Arise ; possess his land, my lord ; 

The Jezreelite is dead." 
He rides with pompous equipage, 

The crown upon his brow, 
To seize the poor man's heritage ; — 

Is Ahab happy now ? 

Oh ! no, that spot of envied ground 

God's Prophet stands within ; 
Behold, his enemy hath found 

The slayer in his sin ; 
He speaks the bitter doom of Heaven ; 

Where now the Monarch's pride ? 
He turns away, his robe is riven, 

His gems are cast aside. 

Thus when our wandering feet have erred, 

Through pride, or discontent, 
"Comes conscience, like the Prophet's word. 

And speaks our punishment. 
Oh ! happiest they who, early taught 

Within Christ's holy school, 
Have learned to check the envious thought 

The bad desire to rule. 

Joy came not when the Jewish king 
His blood- won prize had bought ; 


It never comes from earthly thing 

Too hotly, wrongly, sought. 
Then tread we our appointed path, 

Pleased with what God has sent, 
Not envying what another hath, 

Still holy, still content. 

Cfie ISlebenti) i&untiag after <Etmttj). 

Are not Abana and Pharpar, rivers of Damascus, better than all the 
waters of Israel.— 2 Kings v. 12. 

He, whom the leper's plague had made 

So lonely in his state, 
The Captain of the Syrian host, 

Stood hy Elisha's gate. 

The Prophet's messenger has met 
The Warrior, and his train, — 

" Go wash in Jordan seven times, 
Thy flesh shall come again." 

" What ! will he lay no hand on me, 

Nor call his God to save ? 
Hath not Damascus streams as clear 

As Jordan's hoasted wave ? 

" Is not Abana' s stream as bright, 
And Pharpar's fount as pure T — 

He turns in anger from the door, 
He scorns the simple cure. 


Alas ! man's heart is full of pride, 

Of ignorance, and sin ; 
He will not choose God's simple ways, 

And humbly walk therein. 

We have a stream more pure and clear 

Than Jordan's silver tide, 
The Blood of Him Who washed our sins, 

And bore them when He died. 

Our hearts are cold, our hearts are proud, 

Contemning our own good ; 
We do not love Him as we ought, 

Xor serve Him as we should. 

We think well of our own poor deeds, 

We deem our own ways right, 
To us Abana's waves are clear, 

And Pharpar's waters bright. 

'Twas well the warrior sought at last 

That river's healthful shore ; 
Thence, healed and cleansed, returned to bless 

The Prophet from his store. 

Tis well when we, from sin's bad ways 

And from earth's vain delight, 
Turn to Our Lord in penitence, 

And plead His Cleansing Might. 


O Christ ! Thy little children's robes 
Have lost their first white hue, 

Lord, wash them in Thy Cleansing Blood. 
Each day Thy Grace renew ! 

<Efje Ctoelftf) Suntraj) after Gxinit$. 

And straightway his ears were opened, and the string of his tongue was 
loosed, and he spake plain. — St. Mark vii. 35. 

Within the quiet village street, 

Where seldom ruder sound is heard 

Than the quick tread of children's feet, 
Or whistle clear or greeting word, 

Where han^s, beneath von cottage eaves, 

White jessamine her silver bells, 
And roses spread their broad red leaves 

Through every month, the dumb boy dwells 

His rustic cheek is rosy red, 

His eye is large, and bright, and mild. 
The passers by stroke down his head, 

And smiling say, " How fair a child." 

Poor silent solitary Boy ! 

He dwells alone with his own heart, 
And all earth's many tones of joy 

No sounds to his dull enr impart. 


And but for shapes and forms that roll 
Before his eye, and leave a dim 

Strange impress on his thoughtful soul, 
This outward world were not for him. 

My coining from afar he spies, 
He runs and lays his hand on me, 

Then looks up with his violet eyes 
Into my face, and laughs for glee. 

And when, for every kindliness, 
My words of soothing love are said, 

His rosy finger he will press 

On lip, and ear, and shake his head. 

Then have I thought, if He, the God, 
Who healed of old the deaf and dumb, 

When, poor and shelterless, He trod 
Judea's shores, might hither come, 

How, by His gentle touch unbound, 
Would lip and ear and heart rejoice, 

Sense visit the dull ear, and sound 
Flow sweetly from the tutored voice. 

Not yet, not yet, though still beside 
His form is veiled from mortal men ; 

The Bridegroom is not with the Bride ; 
We wait until He come again. 


But still for us those lips have speech 

Even in their silent solitude, 
And well their gentle lesson teach 

Of pity and of gratitude. 

We, to whom God has freely given 

Sweet sense of sound, expression's flow, 

If we abuse the gifts of Heaven, 

Nor praise, nor feel for other's woe, — 

Sure, when our fleeting life is past, 

A heavy judgement will be ours ; 
For each must give account at last 

For gifts bestowed and wasted powers. 

W§t ^Tfjtrteentf) ictmftag after Crmttg. 

Go and do thou likewise.— St. Luke x. 37 

Who is thy neighbour, Christian Child ? 

Thine infant vow is writ above, 
That promised, at God's Holy Font, 

Him as thyself to love. 

Who is he ? All men great or small, 
Who need thine aid, or claim thy fear, 

Thou hast a duty unto all, 
And all are neighbours dear. 

Not only they who, loved and fond, 
Around thy lowly dwelling press ; 

The cold, the distant, the unkind, 
Claim too thy kindliness. 

He was a stranger to his hearth, 
He was his nation's deadly foe, 

Whom erst the good Samaritan 
Found bleeding, cold, and low, 


He took the wounded stranger up, 
He kindly bound his bleeding frame 

The Lord Christ says to each of you, 
" Go thou, and do the same." 

The Priest turned to the other side, 
The Levite looked and passed him by ; 

Shall hearts baptized be found as cold 
To Christian sympathy ? 

Go thou and love thy neighbour too ; 

On this our earth are none that live 
But they may work another's good, 

Though small their power to give, 

With loving heart, with soothing tone, 
That raise the heart by sorrow riven, 

With cheering word, and helping hand, 
Unasked, but freely given. 

Nor say, thou canst not reach to some, 
Too great, too high, too far away ; 

One bond is for the rich and poor, 
And, Christian, thou canst pray. 

In little drops the night dews fall, 

They nnrsc tall tree and lovely flower; 

And lowly deeds bear precious fruits, 
And simple pravers have power. 


€f)e dFourteenti) Sunftag after Crtntts. 

'There are not found that returned to give glory to God save this 
stranger. — St. Luke xvii. 18. 

We walk amid a world of beauteous things, 
Unnumbered blessings all around us flowing, 

Till we forget the Gracious Hand that brings, 
Unheeded in Its bountiful bestowing. 

Sweet sights, glad sounds, are round us every day, 
The golden dawn, the gentle breath of even, 

The scent of summer flowers, the sun's hot ray, 
And all for pleasure, all for comfort given. 

We walk in a new life ; for us the stain 

That fell on this bright world, God's fair creation, 

Is washed away ; and we are made again 

The Sons of God, the heirs of high salvation ; 

And angels wave their guardian wings around, 
Communion with eternal things is ours, 

Hopes brightening still, and joys that are not found 
On this fair earth, with all her songs and flowers. 


Where are our deeds in grateful service done ? 

Where are the words with thankful rapture burning ? 
Alas ! we all are cleans' d ; there's scarcely one 

With voice of praise and works of love returning. 

Ye, late baptised in God's Thrice Holy Name, 
Whose glad young life in every vein rejoices, 

Lo ! one poor leper puts your zeal to shame ; — 
Come praise The Lord Christ with your infant 

But words are weak, when thoughts lie deep and strong, 
And hearts run o'er, in deeds their love expressing; 

Be all your holy lives one grateful song, 

Be all your acts one voice of praise and blessing. 

2H)e dFtfteentf) ^unftap after JTrtmtg. 

Consider the lilies of the Jield how they grow, they toil not, neither do 

they spin, and yet I say unto you that even Solomon in (ill his 

glory was not arrayed like one of these. — St. Matt. vi. 28 29. 

There grew a fair white lily in the shade 

Of a green wood, where never man drew near, 

But round the lonely flower bright sunbeams played, 
And the dew fell in drops as silver clear. 

The sceptered king, his golden gates within, 
Had not a robe as beautiful and bright 

As that poor flower, that did not toil or spin. 
Wore in the wild wood, far from human sight. 

She saw no hand to bring her the sweet dew. 

To shield her from the hot sun's noontide ray, 
Yet without care or thought the fair tiling grew. 

And shed her patient perfume every day. 

Shall man then fret and pine at his poor lot, 

And mourn his state so friendless and unknown ? 

The God, of Whom the flower is unforgot, 

Much more, much more, He careth for His own. 


When want's dark cloud hangs o'er the present I 
And all to-morrow's ills look darkly thro'. 

Shall lie not learn a lesson from the flower, 
And trust The Lord in faithful patience tot 

Children, that, pressing round the poor man's hearth, 
Have learnt the care that need so early brings, 

Seek ye the joys that are not of this earth. 
And the good God shall give all other things. 

£i)e £>titeentf) j&unfcag after CmrttjD, 

And when The Lord saw Iter, He had compassion on her and said, 
" Weep not."— St. Luke vii. 13. 

Look on the train, through the city gate 
Bearing the dead man in slow array, 

Look on the poor mother desolate, 

Weeping alone o'er the mouldering clay. 

She was a Widow, she had but him, 
The star that lighted her lonely age ; 

Her staff is broken, her light is dim, 
She must finish alone her pilgrimage. 

She has covered her forehead with ashes, 
For his eyes cannot brighten her gloom. 

She has kissed down their motionless lashes, 
She must follow her child to the tomb. 

Oh! human sorrow and hopelessness, 
Little ye think on the Good God nigh ; 

He comes in pitying tenderness. 

He looks on her grief with gentle eye ; 


He hath touched the cold dead on his bier 
In the might of His life giving power; — 

Mother, where now is thy anguished tear ? 
Widow, where now is thy lonely hour ? 

There lie green graves in the churchyard cold, 
Long lowly graves where the grass grows fair ; 

Should we mourn, like that mother of old, 
For our loved ones, laid mouldering there ? 

For the Christians, who lay down in trust 
Of a waking more glorious, more blest, 

When the soul shall rekindle its dust, 
And the saints shall have heavenly rest ; 

When the sweet voice, that gave back of yore 
To the widowed and childless her son, 

Shall awaken His blessed once more 
To the life that His patience has won. 

£f)e Sebenteentf) Suniag after £rtmtg- 

Thus saith The Lord God; "Repent, and turn yourself fron 

idols." — Ezek. xiv. 6. 

Where cedars wave on Syrian height. 
Were altars reared for votive rite ; 
And silver Jordan swept along 
To anthem loud, and choral song. 

But not for Great Jehovah's praise 
Did Israel's matrons pour their lays, 
And not for Him, in wooded glade, 
On sunny height, the shrine was made. 

And Judah's maids wild dances trod 
To many an unclean heathen god ; 
And impious sires, in lone green wood. 
For offering poured their children's blood. 

They drank their flowing cups at noon. 
They praised at night the fair round moon ; 
The chosen of the King of kings, 
They bowed down to created things. 


Yea, gods they made of wood and stone ; — 
Poor human hearts ! thus ever prone 
To leave the ways that God lias shown. 
And make false idols of their own ; * 

As trees beside some water bright, 
Whose "brows are set to heavens blue height. 
Yet bend their branches down, and look 
On the false sky within the brook. 

We do not bend the adoring knee 
To demon gods 'neath forest tree ; 
And when the fair round moon returns, 
No heart in votive rapture burns ; 

But wrong desire, and cherished sin, 
And selfish care enshrined within, 
And angry passions, prompt to wake ; 
These are the idols Christians make. 

We will not cleanse the sinful breast. 
Because we love our own ways best, 
Better than Him, from sill's foul sway 
Who died to turn our hearts away. 

We must not scorn our Master thus; 
Earth's vain deceits are not for us; 

Her idol shrines, her gilded cares, 
Befit not heaven's immortal heirs. 


The Great Lord God enthroned on high, 
He sees the soul's idolatry ; 
He claims the first love of our heart, 
Nor takes what is hut His in part. 

Efjt ©tgf)teentf) ^uirtag after Crtnttg. 

Also, I gave them My Sabbaths to be a sign between them, and Me. 
Ezek. xx. 12. 

Now our six days' work is done ; 
Softly sank the evening sun ; 
Man, and child, and weary beast, 
Hail your universal feast ! 
From the labour and the toil, 
Bearing burdens, tilling soil, 
From close loom and anvil red. 
Rest to-day, the Lord has said. 

Thus, in smiling Palestine, 
Won of old by Jacob's line, 
Through the vales where honey flowed, 
Where the fruitful cattle lowed, 
O'er green height and watered sod, 
Held they erst the rest of God ; 
Knew no toil, no burden bore, 
Till the Sabbath hours were o'er. 


We our festival of rest 
Hallow with His name most blest. 
Who, Omnipotent to save, 
Sprang to-day from Joseph's grave ; 
And, through all the quiet air. 
Gentle hells shall call to prayer ; 
Twice to-day, with heart and word, 
Shall we praise our living Lord. 

Golden links at distance found 
In the chain that hinds us round, 
Scented flowers, that strew the way 
Where our weary feet must stray. 
Are our happy Sundays, given 
To lead up our souls to heaven, 
Turning for awhile our eyes 
From earth's cares and vanities. 

Heavily God's anger burned. 
When His sinful people turned 
And polluted with their crime 
His own chosen Sabbath time. 
We, our dear Lord's festival 
Hail we gladly, one and all, 
And, with holy hand and heart. 
In His service bear our part. 

Cf)c Xmeteentf) Sunday after <runiti>. 

The God Whom thou served continually. H' will deliver tkte. 
Dan. vi. 16. 

Around the monarch's restless couch 

To-night the voice of song be mute ; 
No gentle maids, with soothing touch. 

Draw music from the melting lute. 
Nor fill the cup for royal feast; 

Alone the Mede in sorrow lies, 
And mourns the wrath, to famished beast 

That gave the holy and the wise. 

Could he have changed the stern decree 1 
How slowly wears the night away ! 

The stars are fading silently; 

Bright Hashes in the eastern day ; — 
hold the guilty monarch steal 
To yonder den with slaughter die 

With trembling hand his signet seal 
He breaks, and rolls the stone as 


He sees the lions' large red eyes 

Far gleaming through the darkness lone ; 
" Daniel, dost thou live V he cries, 

" And hath thy Lord God kept His own T 
He bends his head, he strains his ear, — 

Lo ! to his lamentable call 
The Prophet's voice comes, calm and clear 

As if he trod his palace hall ; 

" King, live ever in thy might ; 

" God's holy angel hath been here, 
" He watched beside me all the night, 

" The famished lions drew not near; 
" Thus ever doth The Lord God shroud 

" Who serve His Name in innocence." 
Now, joy to Media's monarch proud ! 

Now, draw the rescued Prophet thence. 

Where now is Daniel's spirit high, 

When trials wait on Christian deed; 
When evil men stand scoffing by, 

And mock our hope, and scorn our meed ? 
Where now, when foes and fears are round, 

The faith that hath no doubt, no care ? 
In vain for him the monarch frowned, 

And chid the oft repeated prayer; 

Still, thrice a day, the exile set 

His face where western sunbeams fall, 


And faithful memory wandered yet 

To Solomon's forsaken wall. 
We turn back at a word, a jest, 

We tremble at a comrade's sneer, 
We know it right, we feel it best, 

To serve the Lord ; and vet we fear. 

Yet times have been of sterner strife, 

When beasts had power o'er holy men, 
And martyrs deemed that better life 

Worth all the pains they suffered then. 
Shame on our cold and coward love ! 

Who faint and weary every day, 
Whom words affright, whom shadows move, 

From treading in God's perfect way. 

5Tf)e &toenttetf) Sunftag after Ctimtg. 

And they all with one consent began to make excuse. — St. Luke xiv. 18. 

" Go call my guests," the monarch said. 
" The ready hoard is richly spread. 

The rosy wine runs bright. 
The bridegroom and the bride are here ; 
Go, let my bidden guests draw near. 
And bid them taste our royal cheer, 

And grace the festal night." 

In vain the obedient servants speed ; 
They do not hear, they will not heed ; — 

The busy cares of life 
Have all their hearts so closely bound, 
They cannot hear that gentle sound, 
One seeks his oxen, one his ground, 

And one will wed a wife. 

Oh sorrow ! Is that royal board, 
With costliest dainties richly stored, 
Un tasted left and bare ? 


Can these not cast their toils aside ? 
Can this not hring his wedded bride, 
Alike accepted, at his side, 

To pay her homage there ? 

The glorious King of earth and sky 
Has spread His marriage feast on high. 

And bids us come and share ; 
Still day by day, and year by year, 
The sweet sounds linger in our ear, 
God's chosen servants say " Draw near, 

For heaven your hearts prepare/' 

If we, unheeding, turn away, 
If worldly toil, or pleasant play, 

Fill all our foolish breasts 
So full, we have no time to pray, 
To watch, to tread our Master's way, — 
Then, sure we are as bad as they, 

The king's ungrateful guests. 

Not thus, not thus, Christ's blessed band; 
Come, take your loved ones by the hand, 

Obey the festive call, 
Put on your wedding garments fair, 
Ye know not, lost in worldly care, 
How soon the Bridegroom will be there j 

Be ready, one and all. 

Cfje ^Ttoentg-fitst &un*ag after Cttmtg- 

My Son, hear the instruction of thy Father, and forsake not the laiv of 

thy Mother ; for they shall be an ornament of grace unto 

thy head, and chains about thy neck. — Pro v. i. 8. 9. 

Within our happy cottage homes 

Are sounds of mirth and gladness free ; — 
Whose gentle voice, the sweetest, comes 

Controlling all their glee ? 
Whose bosom pillows the sick head ? 

Who sings the song for infant ear ; 
And neatly lays the cradle bed ? 

Who but our mother dear ? 

And when the stars begin to show, 

And dews are rising from the plain, 
Who, with tired limb and w r eary brow, 

Comes whistling down the lane ? 
Who, for his own dear little ones, 

Hath early toiled, and laboured late ? 
How fast each little lisper runs I 

" Our father's at the £ate." 


How oft, when we are weary men, 

And toiling for onr own scant store, 
Shall the sweet- song come hack again 

Our mothers used to pour ! 
And we shall dwell, with lingering thought, 

Upon our fathers' silver hairs, 
And ponder all the truths they taught, 

And hless them for their cares. 

O filial love ! round peasant hearts 

The sweetest tie, the purest hond, — 
Have courts, and towns, with all their arts 

A joy to show beyond ? 
What ornament so bright and fair, 

Of golden chain or rich attire, 
As duteous love and reverent care 

To mother and to sire ? 

And God has hlessed the sacred flame, 

His type for holiest feelings given, 
And hids us call His dearest name, 

Our Father, up in heaven. 
And who was He who, even in death, 

Thought on His mother's bitter woe, 
And left her, with His parting breath, 

To him best loved below ? 

The noontide hours are hot and bright, 
And eve is sweet when toil is done; 


But streaks of rosier softer light 

Hung round the rising sun ; 
And where, as lengthening years roll on, 

Shall man meet love as pure and high 
As that which filled his father's tone, 

And lit his mothers eye ? 

&i)t Ctoentp-secontr J&untiag after Crtnttg. 

The righteous man regardeth the life of his beast, but the Under mercies 
of the wicked are cruel. — Prov. xii. 10. 

Be kind to all ; the beasts that feed, 
The birds that wander to and fro, 

For use or beauty all decreed, 

And to thy comfort or thy need 
Made ministers below ; 

The little insects, born to day, 

And dying in one sunny hour ; 

To all that lie beneath thy sway, 

Good Christian, gently use thy power. 

On them hath fallen, for man s offence, 

The doom of death, earth's primal curse ; 
Think you to show your penitence 
For deeds that drove sweet concord hence, 

By making their lot worse ? 
And do ye well to hurt or mar 
What God set with us through the land, 
The curious living things, that are 
The work of His Almighty Hand ? 


Yon patient ass, by you abused, 
Of old bis lowly Master bore, 
Whom man deserted and misused ; 
And, when the proud cold world refused 

To own her Lord, and shut the door 
Against His Virgin Mother mild, 
She sought the cattle's humble shed, 
And o'er the manger-cradled child 
The horned oxen bowed the head. 

God loves the heart where kindliness 
And pitying love have place ; 

From them, who wantonly oppress 

His creatures in their helplessness, 
He turns away His face. 

And thoughtless boys make cruel men, 

For habit hardens into crime ; 

Be kind, be good, be gentle then 

To all things, in your childhood's time. 

Cf)e Ctoentg^tfjtrtJ icutrtag after ^Trtntti}. 

Render therefore unto Ccesarthe tilings which are Ccesar's.- 
St. Matt. xxii. 23. 

I saw within the forest hoar 

An aged oak grow broad and green, 

A hundred rolling years and more 

That knotted trunk unscathed had seen ; 

And little violets, darkly blue, 

With breath that perfumed all the glade, 
Sprang through the soft green moss that grew 

Like velvet in the quiet shade. 

With purple eye, and light green shoots, 
As if they loved that ancient tree, 

Around his rough and hoary roots 
The little flowers twined lovingly ; 

Through all his boughs the winds of heave?) 
With murmur hoarse did come and go, 

Yet round them hung, at balmy even, 
The fragrance breathing from below. 


And thus it is ; things low and mean 
Can reach to great things far above ; 

And thus does mighty England's Queen, 
Still claim her peasants' lowly love. 

Our hearts are selfish, narrow, cold ; 

With swelling pride, with weakness fraught ; 
"Tis well they sometimes learn to hold 

Devotion high and reverent thought. 

'Tis well our love should sometimes rise, 
Like perfume through the evening air, 

To where the sign of empire lies 
Within that hand so small and fair. 

He bade us render all their due, 

Who was Himself of kings the King ; 

Nor doubt we of His meaning true, 
Nor ask what peasant hearts can bring. 

The love that breathes no slighting word, 
That holds her name a charmed sound : 

The prayers, the blessings, ever heard, 
Of hearts in loyal duty bound ; 

These all may feel and all may show ; 

There's many a simple village fane, 
Where sweet child voices whisper low 

Her royal name, and not in vaku 


For round the Monarch's lofty throne 
Are gathering clouds and brezes high, 

And cares, of childish hearts unknown, 
Will oftimes dim her weary eye. 

God's blessing guard our Lady sweet, 
The circled brow, the sceptered hand ; 

All love be her's and honour meet, 
The Caesar of our mighty land. 

fTfje €b)entj)4ourt5 g>uniag after Crtnttg* 

The maid is not dead, but sleepeth. — St. Matt. ix. 24. 

Left in her little room alone, 

The Ruler's child lay stiff and dead, 

While, vainly warm, the Syrian sun 
Played round her cold and silent bed ; 

While, vainly soft, from Judah's hills 
Sighed through the lattice the soft air, 

That could not move the close white lip, 
Nor heave again the bosom fair. 

The voice of anguish and despair 
Is loud, within the chamber near, 

Of them lamenting bitterly 

Her early doom with groan and tear. 

Her mother maketh grievous moan : — 
" Ah ! had the sire more swiftly sped, 

" And brought the mighty Prophet here 
" E're the last lingering breath was fled ! 


;i What now avails that far away 

" Comes o'er the plain his hastening tread ? 
" Go tell him that he trouble not 

" The Master more ; my child is dead." 

Dead, is all o'er when that is said ? 

Are hope, and trust, and comfort, gone ? 
The servant tells the w r eeping sire, 

And yet the Prophet journeys on. 

He stands amid the mourning throng : — 
" Why do ye make this hitter cry ? 

" The damsel is not dead, she sleeps." 
They laugh in scorn, they saw her die. 

Yea-, but they see not the strong power 
For life, and death, that standeth by, 

Nor read the awful Godhead, veiled 
Beneath that meekly patient eye. 

Go forth, then, unbelieving throng; 

The three apostles, and the twain 
Who love so tenderly, alone 

Shall see her spirit come again. 

Now waken, waken, little maiden, 

His foot is on thy chamber floor, 
The Lord God of the living cometh 

Thine earthlv beimr to restore. 


He takes her cold resistless hand : — 
" Damsel, I say to thee, arise." 

Lo life returns, with mantling flow, 
To cheek, and brow, and kindling eyes. 

She riseth up, she walketh forth, 
Her lip is red, her heart is warm ; 

He gives her to her mothers kiss, 
He gives her to her father's arm. 

Surely, we too have hope in sorrow, 
Who for our Christian brethren weep, 

Christ is our Life and Resurrection, 
They are not dead, they do but sleep. 

Efjt Ctoentg^fiftf) Suntrag after Qlxinity. 

A soft answer turneth away wrath, but grievous words stir up strife.- 
Prov. xv. 1. 

The storm gust meets the tall green tree, 
And breaks his branches high ; 

The little flower bends down her head, 
And the rude wind sweeps by. 

The lake's calm waters break and yield 

Beneath the dashing oar, 
The boat sweeps on — the soft waves meet 

As smoothly as before. 

The gentle w T ord, the meek reply, 

When angry passions wake, 
Unscathed shall meet them, like the flower 

That bends, but does not break. 

The soul that beareth patiently 

Harsh word or chiding hard, 
Flows on, in her own quiet peace. 

Unruffled and unmarred. 


The quick retort, the hasty speech, 
The gibes that will not cease, 

How ill the children they beseem 
Of the dear Prince of peace ! 

It was not thus in olden time, 
When heathens, as they strove, 

Looked on Christ's brother band, and said, 
" See how those Christians love !" 

And He, whose lip did ne'er resent 

Fierce taunt and cruel blow, 
He blest the peaceable of heart, 

God's children here below. 

And sure that blessing hi2jh were worth 

The strife with self and sin ; 
To cast aw T ay the angry thought, 

To keep the harsh word in, 

To yield in loving gentleness, 
That your poor homes may be 

Faint emblems of that glorious place 
Where all is Unity. 

And ye are pledged to do and bear 
Where e'er Christ's banner leads ; 

Come, take your crosses in your hands, 
True love is shown by deeds. 

jjatnt Hntorcto's Sag. 

Jtsi S saw two brethren, Simon, called Peter, and Andrew, hi* 

brother. — St. Matt. iv. 18. 

O'er all the earth, with even course, 

The seasons come and go, 
We know them by the fruits and flowers 

That mark their ebb and flow. 

The little snowdrops, pure and white, 
Come back with every spring ; 

And what a heap of blooming sweets 
Does rosy summer bring ? 

And autumn has her ripe red fruits, 

On branches bending low ; 
And dark green leaves, and berries red, 

Shine through the winter's snow. 

And thus, with feast and sacred tide, 
And name of Saint and seer, 

The Holy Church hath flowers to mark 
Her spiritual year. 

144 saint Andrew's day. 

Sweet flowers they are that bring to us 

A breath of heavenly air, 
Awakening in our hearts the thought 

Of happy spirits there ; 

Glad thought of many a glorious saint, 

Gone safely home before, 
Who love their brothers toiling still 

Where they toiled on of yore ; 

Till, gazing on their patient faith, 

Our spirits learn to feel 
Some semblance of their holy love, 

Some portion of their zeal. 

Ah ! what were earth without her charm 

Of ever blooming flowers ? 
And w r hat were we, if nought beyond 

This outward world were ours ? 

If we had not a home on high, 

A glorious King to meet, 
A band of brothers waiting there 

In saintly commune sweet ! — 

Then surely, with no causeless care, 
The Church holds holy days, 

That we may love Christ's blessed saints, 
And learn to tread their ways. 

jcatnt Stomas'* Sag. 

And Thomas answered and said unto Him, My Lord, and mi/GoD.- 
St. John. xx. 28. 

Blessed were they who, in the days of old, 
Saw the Lord's face, and listened to His word ; 

More blessed they, His gentle voice has told, 
Who never saw, and yet believe their Lord. 

** Except I look upon the risen dead, 

u And lay my finger where the nails ran thro', 

u And touch His wounded side," Saint Thomas said, 
" Your words are wild, I will not hold them true." 

On those eleven, met to pray and watch, 

The last red sunbeam flung a twilight gloom, 

No foot had stirred, no hand had raised the latch, — 
There stood another in the lowly room. 

•• Look on my hands, O faithless heart"! He cried. 

M Behold the prints of cruel nails are here, 
M Put forth thy finger now and touch my side, 

u There deeply drank the Roman's hated spear/' 


146 st. thomas's day. 

No more th' Apostle's doubtful soul is dim, 
Bursts from his quivering lip the cry of faith, 

" My Lord, my God ;" henceforth content for Him 
To bear the life of scorn, the martyr's death. 

And dear to us that word, in later day 

Who hold, in faith, the things we might not see ;- 
" Thou seeing hast believed ; more blest are they 

Who have not seen, yet have believed on Me." 

CJjc tftonbrrjston of Saint $Jaul* 

For ht is a chosen vessel unto Me, to bear My Narru before the Ck 

— Acts ix. 15. 

The golden vale where Pliarpar rolls. 
Where proud Damascus' turrets rise, 

Is basking in the noontide rav 

That falls from cloudless eastern skies. 

Look on that eager angry man, 

O'er yonder height who leads his train, 

And, with bent brow and flashing eye, 
Shows the fair city in the plain. 

Turn now from sunny Syrian vale, 

From palmy grove and glittering dome, 

To where old Tiber's dark blue wave 
Flows murmuring round imperial Rome. 

A captive waits in yonder cell ; 

The Roman's axe is sharp to-night 
That with the morrow drinks his blood ; 

His soul is calm, his eye is bright. 


Thus conquering Prince, on battle eve, 
Might watch the last red sunbeam thrown 

O'er lovely lands, that, ere that light 
Declines again, shall be his own. 

The proud stern man, who sought with chains 
All those who called on Christ's dear name ; 

The captive clinging to His cross 

In faithful hope ; are these the same ? 

Yea, both are one ; the zealot Jew, 
Strong in his self-esteeming pride ; 

The meek Apostle, knowing nought 

But " Christ," and " Christ the crucified." 

What changed the lion to the lamb ; 

The slayer to the suffering saint ? — 
With perfume, from Damascus borne, 

The noontide breeze came hot and faint ; 

A mighty sound was in the air, 

The frightened train stood speechless all ; 

To him in gentler tones it spake, 

u Why dost thou persecute Me, Saul ?" 

O haughty hearts of human pride ! 

We, too, have erred in thought and word ; 
With angry speech, with wrathful deed, 

Have sinned against our gentle Lord. 


Would our repentant hearts were found 

In meekness such, in love as free, 
As his who left friends, kindred, fame, 

And glorv's dream, and high decree : 

And, for the brightness of his crown, 
Deemed loss was gain, all sorrows light ! 

High glory to the King of Saints, 

Who calls His own, and gives them might ! 

&i)t presentation of OMjrigt in tije Semple, 


Wfyt iaurttottnn at gmxt iHan? tljc STtrgm. 

[They brought Him to Jerusalem to present Him to the Lord.— 
St. Luke ii. 22. 

Jerusalem, why are thy voices dumb ? 

Where, Sons of Jacob, are your notes of glee ? 
Behold! the Lord Gob, Whom ye seek, doth come 

To-day unto His temple suddenly. 

Where stand the Levite bands their King to greet ? 

What waiting guards attend upon His state ? — 
One lowly Virgin beareth up the street 

Her first-horn Son unto thy temple gate. 

Her forty days of loneliness are o'er ; 

What present doth the virgin Mother bring \ 
The two young pigeons from her scanty store, 

And Him, the full sufficient Offering. 


Haply, to-day, with pomp and proffered gold, 
Young noble mothers sought the holy dome, 

Paid the full price that Moses bade of old, 

And bore their ransomed treasures proudly home ; 

But not for them the Prophet's eye, grown dim 
With watchful years, lit up in extasy ; 

Nor aged Anna looked in them for Him, 
Whom she had served so long, so patiently. 

And when resistless broke the o-lowino- word, 
u Xow let Thy servant die, my work is done; 

" Mine eyes have seen the glory of the Lord f 
The Prophet looked upon the Virgin's Son. 

He was the perfect sacrifice, foreshown 

By shadowy type of old, and symbol high ; 

The first-born of unnumbered Sons, alone 
In Him accepted, and in Him brought nigh. 

No treasured gold shall buy Him back again, 
Self-offered gift to shrive a whole world's sin ; 

Open thy gates ; the Victim and His train 

Draw near ; the Virgin bears her First-born in. 

Saint J»attJ)tas'0 29ag. 

And the lot fell upon Matthias. — Acts i. 26. 

Why, when our thoughts could turn to thee, 
Oh ! chosen saint, Apostle dear ! 

Why mingles with the memory 
A feeling strange of awful fear? 

Because, remembrance of His doom 
Who lost Thy place for foulest sin 

Across the trembling heart will come, 
Till the scared spirit shrinks within. 

Thus men have watched the morning light 
Break calm along the wild sea shore, 

Yet thought upon the fearful night 

Of storms and wrecks, that went before. 

So, conscious of our own heart's stains, 
The weak bad thoughts that in us dwell, 

We think on mercy spent in vain, 
On the high place from which he fell. 


Oh ! who shall hoast the name he bears, 

His privilege of service high, 
The saintly commune that he shares, 

While still temptation watches nigh ? 

When one of Christ's own twelve on earth 
Forswore his faith, betrayed his trust, 

And gave what whole worlds were not worth 
For some few grains of silver dust ? 

How should we watch our hearts, and mark 

The first small covetous desire, 
And quench the little growing spark, 

That else may kindle endless fire ! 

And still thy name shall hope renew 
Who filled so well the traitor's place, 

Thy faith held on, firm, constant, true ; — 
We too in Christ, have strength and grace. 

Wfyz annunciation of tfje ftltmttt VitQin IHarg. 

And the angel came in unto her, and said, Hail, tlwu that art highly 

favoured, The Lord is tvith thee ; blessed art thou among women. — 

St. Luke i. 28. 

Of royal line, of holy heart, 

But poor, and mean, and lowly hred 

Was she, upon whose Mother-breast 
The Lord Christ laid His infant head. 

Beneath no lofty palace roof 

The flower was nursed all bright and pure, 
Within whose fragrant cup lay hid 

That precious seed, a whole world's cure ; 

Beside the poor mans humble door, 
His snowy wing the angel staid ; 

And to the peasant's promised Bride 
He said, "Hail, highly favoured maid!" 

He spake of God's mysterious will ; 

While marvelled much the maiden mild, 
As the rapt stranger gladly poured 

The wonders of her heaven-sent Child. 


Then meekly bowed the Virgin's head, 
As deep her thoughtful soul adored ; 

* c Be it to me as thou hast said, 

wC Behold the handmaid of the Lord." 

Most loved, most favoured, whose young arm 

Was cradle to her Saviour's rest, 
Above all women honoured high, 

Above all earthly creatures blest. 

Alas ! that human hearts have erred, 
Profaning her dear name with words 

That would have grieved her lowly heart, 
With prayers that should be all her Lord'^. 

We bless her with a meeter love, 

And think the while, with awful praise, 

Who said, " Yea, rather blest are they 

-Who hear My word, and choose My ways.' 

Saint jffilatfe's 29ag, 

And some Evangelists. — Ephes. iv. II. 

When erst the rich man, from the lake of fire 
Where hope might breathe no more, nor comfort 
Looked up to heaven ; and prayed of the Great 
To send some spirit to his fathers home ; 
" Nay," Abraham said, " they need not to be told ; 
" They have what Moses wrote, what prophets sang 
of old." 

And holy men, who lived with Our Dear Lord, 

Knew all His love, and looked on all His woe, 
By God's Great Spirit moved, for us have poured 
The words He spake, the deeds He wrought 
below ; 
Cast on our earthly path truth's golden ray, 
And told of heavenly joys, and showed the only way. 

saint mark's day. L57 

What need we other voices from the dead ■ 

They sang of One, Who died and rose anew, 
Who trod for us the gloomy portal dread, 

And, living, leads His chosen children through, 
That, by their gospel taught, our souls may prove 
Constant in faith, and firm, and loyal in our love. 

We, round our happy hearths, in quietness 

Pore o'er the page, and ponder the sweet strain, 
Mindful of them who, in their deep distress, 
Evangelist, and saint, and martyr train, 
Nursed the pure flame through heathen ages dark ; 
And call their names to mind, as thine, to-day, Saint 
Mark ! 

And, even for the love we bear that Word, 

Those honoured names shall fall upon our ear 
Witli a sweet grateful sound ; we love the bird 
That sang the strain we loved at twilight clear. 
And iC beautiful their feet," th* inspired band 
Who poured salvation s strain through all the dark- 
ened land. 

iramt $f)tltp antr Saint gamers Bag. 

J ESUS f.ndeth Philip, and saith unto him, Follow me. — 

St. John. i. 43. 

Unto the guileless Israelite 

Saint Philip spake of old, 
wi Come, we have found Whom Prophets sang, 

Whom Moses erst foretold, 

" Where Galilean peasants toil, 

" And spread the frugal hoard 
" In the poor homes of Nazareth ; 

" Come forth, and see the Lord/' 

Happy were they in hamlet lone, 

Or on the lake's green shore, 
Who met the Lord whom Judah's seers 

Had prophesied of yore. 

He found them at their daily toil, 

Mean, lowly, and unknown, 
The fisher, and the peasant poor. 

And chose them for His own. 


We patiently fulfilling each 

The task by heaven assigned, 
Still toiling in our lowly place, 

Our Saviour too shall find. 

For still the peasant's lowly shed 

He fills with light and love, 
And sanctifies the meanest work 

That's wrought for God above. 

The happy saints are gone to heaven, 

They always see Him there ; 
We too, who serve him here below, 

His unseen Presence share, 

Who do our own work duteously, 

With meek eyes heavenward set ; 
Such men He called His own of old, 

With such He lingers vet. 

&amt ^arnafcas's ©ag- 

And they called Barnabas, Jupiter ; and Paul, Mercurius.- 
Acts xiv. 12. 

By Listra's wall the ready priest awaits 

With the wreathed oxen crowned for sacrifice ; 
The people hasten to the city gates, 
Rending the quiet air with eager cries, 
As wild they press around those two meek men, 
Shouting, " The gods, the gods, are come to earth 

Was it because the cripple in the street 

Rose up and walked at sound of that High Name? 
Or for the words all eloquent and sweet, 
That from the lips of one so richly came ? 
Or for kind looks that filled the other's eye, 
Of pitying love benign, and gentle sympathy? 

What say the honoured train? Their clothes are torn, 
Their voice is loud, — a Alas ! what would ye do, 


*' People of Lystra ? We are mortal born, 

u Men who like fears, like passions, have with 
you ; 
"We bid you turn from these dead vanities, 
" And serve the Living God, Who made the earth 
and skies." 

Then first God's praise o'er Lycaonian vale 

Arose ; and Lystra's wondering sons adored. 
We too this day, recalling the old tale, 

Find hope, and pleasure, pondering their word ; 
Thinking how men, as poor and weak as we, 
Fought the good fight of faith, and won the victorv. 

Yea, still the " Son of Consolation," brings 

A comfort to our hearts ; while here we stray, 
With strife of inward sin, and outward things, 
Tempted, and frightened, from the narrow way ; 
God's saints have trod the same rough path before, 
Had passions like to ours, and pains and perils more. 

Nor only solace draw we from the theme ; 
His holy life hath many a lesson meet ; 
How little he did worldly wealth esteem, 
Who laid his all at the apostle's feet ! 
How earthly honour grieved his lowliness ! 
How full his heart of grace, and love, and gentleness! 


Like scented airs, from some far garden brought 
Perchance across the traveller's weary track ; 
Example, comfort, counsel, holy thought, 
Come, as our memories fondly wander back 
To that old saint ; and higher lead us still 
Unto " The King of Saints" upon His heavenly hill. 

Saint % of)tt ISaptisf s Bag- 

1 A prophet, yea I say unto you, and much more than a prophet: 
St. John, vii. 26. 

By Jordan's wave the wild ass stoops to drink, 
And the bee murmurs in her loneliness 

Over the sweet flow'rs springing on his brink ; 
Why throng the people to the wilderness ? 

Why do they gather round that ancient river 
From proud Jerusalem, from Judah's land ? 

Come they to see the tall reeds bend and quiver, 
By the wind shaken, on that lonely strand ? 

Seek they for one in gorgeous robe arrayed ? 

Lo ! such are found in kingly palace fair ; 
Better beseem that solitary glade, 

The leathern girdle and the earners hair, 

The deep stern voice pouring its awful word, 
As in the desert cries the lonely Seer, 

" Prepare ye for the coming of The Lord ; 
" Repent ye, for His kingdom draweth near." 


The people found a Prophet in the wild, 

Yea, and much more, even him whom Christ 
has named 

" Greatest of woman born," the destined child 
Whose wondrous birth the Angel erst proclaimed, 

When the Priest Father in the Temple bowed 
His silver hairs God's mystic shrine before, 

And the bright stranger hung upon the cloud 
Of grateful incense sweet that hovered o'er. 

Not in his childhood's home among the hills 
Caught he that note of preparation high, 

That warning stern, whose awful import thrills 
The conscious sinners as they tremble nigh ; 

God's Spirit filled him from his natal hour, 
Bidding him serve, in loneliness and might, 

Even till the maiden, in her wanton power, 
Made him the price of Herod's vain delight. 

Yet Christ has said, The least and lowliest, 
From this world's want and weariness set free, 

And to the happy kingdom of the Blest 

Gone home in peace, is greater far than He. 

Yea, he is greater, even on this earth, 

Whose chastened spirit heavenly commune 


On whom, beloved, The Lord of his new birth 
His strength, His Spirit, and Himself, bestows. 

Oh ! blessed hope ! — By Jordan's wave no more 
The desert Prophet lingers ; to the light 

Of his Lord's presence him the Angels bore, 
Mid the foul joys of that unhallowed night. 

And we too hear deep voices through the land, 
Saying, " Repent ye, for The Lord doth come ;" 

We walk with Him below, we hope to stand 
Where all are o;reat in that eternal home. 

Saint Jeter's Sag- 

And The Lord turned, and looked upon Peter. — St. Luke xxii. 61 

Where o'er Judaea's fertile plains 
Bright eastern sunbeams break, 

There dwelt a lowly fisher by 
The Galilean lake ; 

He heard Our Blessed Saviours voice 

Say, "Simon, follow Me," 
And straightway he forsook his nets, 

And left that dark blue sea. 

He left his ship with her white sail 

Dipt idly in the wave, 
Because the voice was in his ear 

Of Him who came to save ; 

Because he felt a holier work 
To him on earth was given, 

Commissioned by The Lord Most High 
To lead lost souls to Heaven. 


So turned lie from his pleasant home 

Upon the lake's green shore, 
And kindred ties, to follow Christ 

And serve Him evermore. 

Yet once his fiery soul forgot 

The vows so freely said, 
When he, in that long Judgment hall, 

Watched for the sentence dread ; 

When curious looks were Dent on him 

With many a taunting word, 
And thrice the coward lip refused 

To own his suffering Lord ; 

When, through the slowly purpling dawn, 

Again the shrill cock crew, 
And The Lord turned and looked on him. 

Twice perjured, thrice untrue. 

How sad then must have been the look 

Of that calm patient eye ; 
I do not wonder that it made 

His own Saint Peter cry. 

And, Oh ! how terrible his grief 

When he went out alone, 
To weep, in bitter agony, 

What his false heart had done. 

168 saint peter's day. 

But well we know that his Dear Lord, 

His servant's sin forgave ; 
For when His three days' sleep was o'er 

Within the conquered grave, 

When first to Mary Magdelene 

He showed Him risen anew, 
" Go tell it my Disciples all," 

He said, " and Peter too." 

And well, by deeds of after truth, 

The great Apostle proved 
How dearly That Forgiving Lord, 

How faithfully, he loved ; 

Who through contempt, and strife, and chain, 

Bore on his Master's Name ; 
And died at last, by Rome's old wall, 

His Master's death of shame. 

O Christ ! who loved Saint Peter so. 

Have mercy too on me, 
And make me patient, true, and brave. 

Denying self for Thee ; 

That, in Thy holy paths below, 

My little feet may tread, 
With all Thy blessed company 

Of Saints alive and dead. 

Sami Barnes; tf)e Apostle's Sag. 

Ye shall indeed drink of the cup that I drink of ; and with the baptism 

that I am baptised withal shall ye be baptised.— 

Saint Mark x. 39. 

First martyred of Christ's chosen train ! 
Then did the Mother plead in vain ? 

Or could she ask no higher fate, 
Than when the vengeful Jewish King 
Made thy true soul an offering 

Unto his people's hate ? 

" Yea, Lord, my lip Thy cup would share, 
" I too Thy baptism would bear ;" 

So spake he in his strong desire, 
Yet little deemed what Spirit bright 
Would fill his soul with love and light, 

Baptising him with fire ; 

Nor thought how full of agony, 
How deep and red the cup would be, 

For his Dear Master's lip outpoured ; 
Nor deemed, how soon himself should know 
Some portion of his bitter woe 

Beneath the slayer's sword. 


Yet, favoured in his early fall, 
O'er earthly pride and honours all, 

Beyond his Mother's fondest prayer, 
We cannot tell who nearest stand 
Unto Our Saviour's Blest Right Hand, 

But sure Saint James is there. 

Thus many times we make request ; 

Still hears Our Lord, and gives the best ; — 

We ask for ease from all our woes ; 
He giveth patience to endure, 
High hope, meek sorrow's fittest cure, 

And toils that bring repose. 

We, in our blind and selfish woe, 
When sickness lays our loved ones low, 

Ask for new health and lengthened life : 
Christ in His mercy takes away 
The good man from the evil day, 

From toil, and sin, and strife. 

And all is good, all given in love ; 
No faithful prayer sent up above, 

That doth not meet God's patient ear ; 
And whether joy, or ease, or pain, 
Or lingering grief His will ordain, 

We trust His mercies dear. 

Saint iSattfjolometo's ©ago 

When thou ivast under the Jig-tree I saw thee.— St. John i. 48. 

There was no sound in earth or air, 
Save when the green leaves lightly blown 
Did rustle on the fig tree tall, 
Where good Nathaniel sat alone 
Beneath that shadow darkly green ; 
When not a human form was nigh, 
And not one voice of living thing 
Broke in upon his musings high. 

And yet the Eye that never sleeps 
Was o'er him in his lonely rest, 
Knew every simple guileless thought, 
And read the secrets of his breast. 
Not yet had Philip hid him come 
The Presence of His Lord to share, 
And yet unseen, unsought of him. 
The verv Lord Himself was there. 

172 saint Bartholomew's day. 

Tis ever thus ; there is no hour, 
No place on earth, where God is not ; 
As well the wild flower on the hill 
Might shun the noontide radiance hot, 
As w r ell the rock refuse to touch 
The wave that circles at its base, 
As sinful man attempt to flee 
The God that filleth time and space. 

Not when from joyous comrades far 
Apart thy secret footsteps tread, 
Not when at night the curtains fall 
Around thy lone and silent bed. — 
The vast sea swells against the shore. 
The sunbeam gilds the flow'ret fair, 
God looketh upon all we do, 
His broad bright Eye is every where. 

Oh ! happy, when that piercing glance 
Our inmost souls shall search and scan, 
If they be found as true and pure 
As his, that guileless Jewish man. 
Happy if all our holy lives 
Like that beloved Saint's shall prove. 
As firm in self-denying zeal, 
As fervent in their loyal love. 

What though no warning voice of man 
Be nigh to chide thy secret deed, 

saint Bartholomew's day. 173 

Though, close within, no morta. 
Thy hosom's sinful purpose read : 
Yet, Christian, do the rightful act, 
Make clean thine heart in awful fear. 
God's Mystic Presence girds thee round; 
Be watchful, Christ Himself is near. 

^atnt M&tfytWz Bap. 

And he left all, rose up, and followed Him.— St Luke vi. 28. 

" Oh ! Mother, Mother, saw you not 

" That lordly coach sweep by ? 
" How fast the four great horses went, 

" They almost seemed to fly. 
" I wish I had such costly things, 

" And lived in high estate ; 
" It must be sure a pleasant thing 

" To be so rich and great." 

" Hush, hush, my Boy," the Mother said, 

" Put such vain thoughts away, 
" How merrily the Church bells ring, 

" It is Saint Matthew's day ; 
" Round our low cottage pleasantly 

" Murmurs the Autumn air ; 
" Come, take your little sister's hand, 

" And fetch your book of prayer. 

saint Matthew's day. 175 

" And we shall hear of better things 

" Than gold or rich array, 
" While gravely speaks the solemn Priest, 

" Or swells the sacred lay ; 
" And holier thoughts shall to our hearts 

" Far brighter dreams inspire, 
" When, kneeling down, we ask of God 

" To check each wrong desire. 

" He was a rich man whom to-day, 

" For lesson pure and high, 
" In earnest prayer, and holy tale, 

u We call to memory ; 
" He sat beside his treasured heaps 

" When The Dear Lord drew near, 
" He met the glance of His mild eye, 

" His voice was in his ear ; 

" And not his hoards of gathered gold, 

" His heaps of silver bright, 
" Could hold him back, whose soul had found 

M The mine of true delight ; 
" In vain earth spread her gayest dreams, 

" And wealth her pleasures poured, 
" He knew it better, happier far, 

wi To know and serve The Lord. 

" Dear Hoy, these outward things are line. 
" But thev will fade and rust. 

176 saint Matthew's day. 

" There are true treasures up in Heaven 
" That never turn to dust ; 

" And yet our foolish hearts forget, 
" They love to linger here ; 

" Oh ! do we well to wish for that 
" That makes this earth more dear V 

" The gentle bells have ceased to chime, 

" Come, learn a better lore ; 
" Thou canst not rise, like him of old, 

ci And leave thy golden store, 
" But the vain covetous desires 

" That in thy bosom wake, 
" The wish for what God has not given, 

" These may thy soul forsake/' 

Satnt i&tcfjael an* all angels* 

And to an innumerable company of Angels. — Heb. xii. 22. 

The Mother at the harvest toiled, 
And she had laid her babe to sleep 

Beside the hedge, while over him 
His little brother watch did keep. 

Gravely the little guardian watched, 

In conscious pride, the close-sealed eyes, 
While, with his wand of birchen wood, 
He drove away the busy flies ; 

And ever, when the baby stirred, 
He tried to sing some cradle air ; — 

I looked on the unconscious child, 
So heedless of its guardian's care. — 

Still hot above the western hills 

The broad sun lingered, loth to leave 
The blitheness of that harvest scene 
Unlit ; it was Saint Michael's eve. 


I thought upon the mysteries 

The morrow's rites would celebrate, 

Of the bright beings heavenly 

That all around us watch and wait, 

The Spirits sent to minister 

Unto Salvation s honoured heirs, 

The Angel forms that come and go, 
And walk amongst us unawares. 

But we are like that sleeping Babe, 
Who thinks not on his guardian kind ; 

We wander on unheedingly, 

Nor call their presence to our mind; 

We kneel down when, at dewy eve, 

The sweet flowers fold their blossoms fair, 

We think not who, with folded wings, 
Stand waiting on our offered prayer; 

Our eyes are dim in danger's hour, 
We see not half the Christian's aid. 

The Armies of The God of Hosts 
For us in battle line arrayed : 

We think not how, in olden time. 

They triumphed o'er our deadliest foe ; 

We think not how they came by night 
The " tidings of great joy" to show ; 


And how they watched Redemption's work, 

In love and wonder waiting near ; 
And how they strike their gladdest strains 

For every sinners contrite tear. 

Sweet thought ! that they, so bright and blest, 

Whom care or sin can never soil, 
Should feel for poor man's happiness, 

And share his joys, and watch his toil. 

And not in vain to us is given 

This fellowship invisible, 
That we may love as Angel's love, 

And try to serve The Lord as well. — 

The gleaners from the field were gone, 

I trod alone the twilight dew, 
I knew that God was with me there, 

God, and His Holv Angels too. 

Saint Hufte tfje lEbangeltst 

Only Luke is with me. — 2 Tim. iv. 2. 

His voice was like the melting strain 
Of some sweet harp well strung, 

He loved to pour the gentle lays 
That holy lips have sung ; 

Still echoing down the stream of time, 
As sweet the measure flows 

As when, by Judah's ancient hills, 
The sacred numbers rose ; 

As when perchance, within the cell 

Of the old martyr Paul, 
He sung them as the sun went down 

Along the Roman wall. 

His was the gentle soothing art 
That stays the throb of pain, 

That to the racked and weary frame 
Brings joyous health again ; 


And men have told, his hand could trace 

Fair forms of earth and sky, 
Could paint the evening's sunset glow. 

The mornings rosy dye. 

Blest, who like him shall consecrate 

To God all highest powers; — 
And if no touch of gifted hand, 

No charm of song be ours, 

One an was his, one gentle art, 

That all alike may own, 
Who soothed the aged captive's pain 

Within his dungeon lone. 

When Cresceus sought Galatia's shore. 

When Demas false forsook, 
Nor even his Titus lingered nigh, 

Still stayed "Beloved Luke ;" 

Watched the bright star, whose upward course 

His pen had traced before, 
Set in the light of martyrdom 

On that Italian shore. 

Still, all the year, in Holy Church, 

At morn and even song, 
The lovely lavs he treasured up 

Our infant lips prolong ; 


And still dear love and kindliness 
Our inmost hearts may touch, 

And we can soothe the cares of age, 
And cheer the sick mans couch. 

icaint £tmon ani £amt gjuto 

And Thaddeus, and Simon the Canaanite. — St. Murk iii. lb- 

The fair ship sailing o'er the sea, 

When loud the winds at midnight roar, 

Sees far away the beacon light 

That warns, or welcomes to the shore. 

Above the glowing wave it burns, 
Between the ocean and the sky ; 

The weary sailors bless the beam 

With grateful heart and steadfast eye. 

They cannot see the careful hands 

That tend for them that kindly spark . 

They only mark its radiance, thrown 
Across the waters deep and dark. 

Our life is like a dark wild sea 

Where spirits fail in trial's hour, 
God's Word to us is as the Huht 


From the r<>st seaman's beacon t<>> 


Above our strife, through all our fears, 
The constant ray falls clear and bright ; 

But, for the hands that lit of old 

And fed our watch-fire on the height, 

A few brief words of Holy Writ, 

A name just breaking through the gloom 

That shrouds their early martyrdom, 
Is all that meets us of their doom. 

But still our light is bright afar, 
Still safe we sail the dark deep sea, 

Led onward by our guiding star, 
Where all the blest shall ever be. 

And what to us their earthly course, 
Who follow in the flame they fanned, 

Who know their faithful toil is o'er, 

Their ships have touched the silver strand ! 

And as we trace the glorious beam, 

And praise The Lord all good and great, 

We pause to bless their pious care, 
Their holy deeds to emulate. 

ail jcamts' Sag* 

To the general assembly and Church of the firstborn, which are written 

in heaven, and to God the Judge of all, and to the spirits of 

just men made perfect. — Heb. xii. 26. 

There's many a happy household band 

Brought up around one Father s knee, 
And fed by the same Mother's hand 
Through all their happy infancy ; 
But years roll on, the world is wide, 
And seas perchance and lands divide 
The brothers that played side by side, 
The sisters loved so tenderly. 

Yet faithful still, though far apart, 

They wear their childhood's early chain 
Still truly thrills each kindred heart 

To other s joy, for other's pain ; 
And if one lonely pilgrim dies 
The tears fall down from many eyes, 
And still their home's old sympathies 
Will sometimes wake atrain. 

186 ALL saints' day. 

There is a holy household, bound 

In closer bond than ties of home 
Or kindred claim ; the wide earth round, 

Those children of One Father roam. 
Space cannot mar their unison, 
For still their hopes and joys are one, 
In town, and plain, and desert lone, 
And far isles girt with foam. 

And time, that wears each other bond, 
Breaks not that holy brotherhood ; 

The patriarchal days beyond, 
Beyond the old destroying flood, 

It clasps dim ages far away, 

It holds the true of every day 

Who love the Lord and choose His way, 
The faithful, wise, and good. 

Nor even death dissolves the charm 

With her cold touch so stern and chill ; 
The love that braved all other harm 

Shrinks trembling from that last worst ill, 
And men seal up the fading eye, 
They seek no more for sympathy 
From lips that cannot frame reply ; 
But saints look further still. 

For them the dead can never die, 

With them the living strive and pray ; 


Oli ! happy commune, pure and high. 

And happy all who feel its sway. 
Blest in their One Redeeming Lord, 
And blest by His own precious word ; — 
Well may we linger to record 

Our brothers dear to-day. 

The gentle warriors bold and kind, 
With steadfast brow and solemn tone. 

The holy men of earnest mind, 

Whose prayers are mingling with our own. 

And they, for ever blest and bright, 

With robes in Christ's own Blood washed white, 

With palms in hand, and crowns of light, 
Who stand around His throne. 


jfirst Jrtm&an in gttbcut. 

Q. In what state did our Lord first come on earth i 

Q. In what land did He live ? 

Q. Will He come again in the same manner ? 

Q. How then will He come \ 

Q. You did not see Him when He came at first ; shall 
you see Him when He comes again \ 

Q. What do you mean by keeping white your baptismal 

A. My sins were forgiven, and my soul was cleansed at 
my baptism; every sin that I commit now stains it again, as 
if I were to soil a clean robe in which I had been newly 

Q. How should faithful servants wait for their Lord \ 

Q. Who are Christ's children \ 

Q. What does Advent mean \ 

(}. What should be our thoughts during this season of 
Advent \ 

A. We should think with gratitude how our Lord has 
once come to save us ; and we should prepare our hearts 
watchfully and carefully, for His second coming to judge 
the world. 

Q. What begins at this time ! 


A. The Church begins her year, all through which she 
tries to lead Christians to think of their Lord, and to live 
with Hiru, by commemorating the different events of His 
life ; as on Christmas Day, His Birth ; then His Circum- 
cision ; His Presentation in the Temple ; His Fasting Forty 
Days in Lent ; His Sufferings in Passion Week ; His 
Death on Good Friday ; His Burial on Easter Eve ; His 
Glorious Resurrection on Easter Sunday ; His Ascension 
on Ascension Day ; His sending the Holy Ghost on 
Whitsunday ; His eternal incomprehensible Unity with 
the Father and Holy Ghost on Trinity Sunday ; and all 
the other Sundays recall some of His miracles, or of the 
words that He spoke for our instruction and comfort ; and 
she has interspersed days which bid us remember His 
Mother, His Apostles, the Saints, and the Holy Angels — 
those whom He loved, and who loved Him — so that all the 
year round, if we listen to her teaching, she leads us to our 
Great Head, and bids us live with Him. 

<g>ec0utr J^uttirag in ^ttncnt. 

Q. Who has given us the Holy Scriptures I 

Q. Where is it said that the Judgments of the Lord 
are more to be desired than gold, and sweeter than honey ? 

Q. Is it not a great privilege to have Bibles to read ? 

Q. How then should we use this great privilege ? 

Q. Should not we use holy things reverently ? 

A. Yes ; the freeness of God's gifts must not make us 
forget their sanctity ; we must not play, nor laugh, while 
this book is in our hands, but reverently remember that 
it contains God's own solemn mysterious Words. 

Q. Why is it said the Scriptures were written ? 


A. "For our learning, that we through patience and 
comfort of the Scriptures might have hope." See the 
Gospel for the day. 

Ojtrfc *untfan in ^Ttrtirnt. 

Q. Why do you say the Clergyman is like a Shepherd \ 

A. Because God has commissioned him to lead us and 
feed our souls, as a Shepherd leads and guides his flock. 

Q. To which of His Apostles did our Lord speak as to 
a Shepherd ! 

A. To Saint Peter, when lie said " Feed My Sheep," and 
afterwards, " Feed My Lambs." 

Q. Who are the lambs of Christ's flock \ 

Q. What is that more beautiful land to which the Clergy- 
man leads us \ 

A. He tells me of the kingdom of heaven, and teaches 
me how I may reach it. 

Q. Who is the Great Shepherd of all souls \ 

jfaurtfj $tmtag in <3Uucnt. 

Q. Repeat a passage of Holy Scripture which commands 
you to pray ! 

Q. What do you mean by praying for strength to strive 
in Christian fight ! 

A. 1 promised at my baptism to tight under Christ's 


banner against sin, the world, and the devil, and I need 
God's help to do this every day. 

Q. Is not the Lord God very good to allow us to pray 
to Him ? 

Q. For Whose sake does the Lord God hear our 
prayers ? 

Q. Why do you say we live a better life in Him \ 

A. Because at our baptism we were born into a new life, 
we are now Christians, in a state of salvation, and we must 
live like such. 

Q. Why do you say that in Christ's Name we are 
brought near to God I 

A. Because Christ reconciled us to God, He has made 
us God's children, and allows us to pray to Him and to call 
Him our Father. 

Crjrtstmas Saw. 

Q. To whom did Angels announce the birth of our 
Lord \ 

Q. Where is it fit that we should go to praise Christ for 
His mercy in coming down among us ? 

Q. In what state was the Lord Jesus Christ born upon 
earth, and where \ 

Q. In what state were we born ! 

Q. Did we then require to be born anew ? 

Q. When did this new life begin in us ? 

Q. How must we live now, then I 

Q. How should Christians live ? 

A. They must try to be like Christ, to live holy lives, 
striving every day against sin, the world, and the devil, as 
they promised to do. 


Q. Who must help us to do this ? 

A. God the Holy Ghost. 

Q. What event then does the Church call to our minds 
to-day ! 

A. The Birth of our Lord Jesus Christ ; the season of 
Advent, which is just over, was meant to prepare our minds 
to celebrate this great festival with due feelings of gratitude , 
joy, and humility. 

Q. Who was Saint Stephen ! 

Q. Who murdered him I 

Q. What vision did he see as he was dying ? 

Q. How can we imitate Saint Stephen ? 

A. By bearing patiently all opposition, and even per- 
secution, that would prevent us from doing right, steadily 
persisting in our duty, remembering that Christ is looking 
down on us from Heaven, our promised inheritance. 

Q. What did Our Lord say on the folly of preferring 
prosperity on earth, to happiness in heaven \ 

A. He said "What shall it profit a man if he gain the 
whole world, and lose his own soul V s 

Q. Why is the soul much more worthy of care than the 
body \ 

Q, 1 low else can we imitate Saint Stephen ? 

A. By forgiving our enemies, and praying for them as 
ho did. 


gaint Sia^u ttjc C£faaucpligt'g 23aj?, 

Q. Who is the Jewish exile mentioned here l . 

Q. To what place was he banished I 

Q. "Where is Patmos I 

Q. Give some account of Saint John the Evangelist \ 

Q. What Books of Holy Scripture did Saint John 
write ? 

Q. Which of these Books describes the mysterious 
things of futurity ? 

Q. What is that bond called which unites the true 
members of Christ, alive and dead ? 

A. The Communion of Saints. 

Q, Where shall all the Saints meet at last ? 

$nnam\t$ 9 Hay. 

Q. Who were the Holy Innocents ? 

Q. What is meant by " Rachel weeping for her children" i 

A. The Jewish mothers wept for their murdered babes, 
and they are all called by the name of their ancient 
mother, Rachel. 

Q. Who was Rachel ? 

Q. How can children now glorify CintiST in their lives, 
as these did in their death ? 

A. They can praise Him, love Him, and serve Him, and 
be so entirely His, that they would give their lives for 
Him if He required it. 


j?untran after ffif>rt*tm&& 

Q. Does GrOD accept the service of little children I 
Q. Is it ever too early to serve The Lord ? 
<,>. When were you first made the Children of God ? 
Q. Who was He who condescended for our sakes to 
hecome a little Child ? 

Q. Should you not try to imitate His example I 

Ok Ctrntmrtstmt. 

Q. What great proof of obedience to the Law did Our 
Lord give when He was a little Child ! 

Q. When was the rite of Circumcision first instituted ? 

Q. At what age were Jewish children circumcised ? 

Q. How can children now imitate the obedience of Our 
Lord ? 

A. By obeying God first, and afterwards all those who 
are set over them in this world. 

Q. What part of the Catechism teaches you whom chil- 
dren ought to obey ? 

A. In my duty towards my neighbour, I say that I am 
to "love, honour, and succour my father and mother; to 
honour and obey the King, and all that are put in authority 
under him ; to submit myself to all my governors, teachers, 
Spiritual pastors and masters ; to order myself lowly, and 
reverently to all my betters;" iVc. 

( v >. Repeat some passages of Holy Scripture in which 
obedience is commanded \ 


&l)Z (^ninfjang. 

Q. In commemoration of what event is the feast of the 
Epiphany held ? 

Q. Who were these wise men ? Whence did they come ? 

A. They are generally supposed to have been Kings, or 
powerful Gentile Princes ; they were also observers of the 
heavenly bodies, and, seeing a strange star, followed it from 
the East to Bethlehem. 

Q. Why are we particularly interested in the manifes- 
tation of Christ to the Gentiles ? 

A. Because we are descended from Gentiles, and could 
have had no hope, if Christ had only saved the descendants 
of Abraham. 

Q. Who are the true children of Abraham ? 

Q. Can little children serve The Lord, as well as mighty 
Kings ? 

Q. What does King David say is the sacrifice that God 
will not despise ? 

A. "A broken and a contrite heart." See Psalm, li. 18. 

dftrst J?tmfcan after tfjr <£ptnl)amh 

Q. Children, whose example have you for attending 
Church \ 

Q. What age was Our Lord when His parents found 
Jlim in the temple ? 

Q. What was He doing there ? 

Q. Mow may children imitate Our Lord in this respect ? 

Q. When were you made members of Christ's Church ? 


^cranH $tratag after tf)r <£uinj)amj. 

Q. Where was the feast held of which you speak ? 

Q. Where was Cana I 

Q. What miracle did Our Lord work at this feast ! 

Q. Who urged Him to perform this miracle ? 

Q. What was His answer to her ? 

Q. How should Christians feast ? 

A. With sobriety and gratitude. 

Q. Will The Lord bless such feasts I 

A. Yes ; He will bless all our undertakings, if we try to 
do them in the manner most pleasing to Him. 

Q. He That could change the water into wine, has He not 
power over all things ? 

Q. What should we ask Him to change for us ? 

A. Our sinful hearts. 

Q. Can we do this of ourselves I 

A. No ; unless God work in us, we can do nothing good. 

Ojtrtr Jrmitom after tfjr entrant). 

Q. What lesson do you learn from the conduct of this 
Roman Centurion \ 

A. Humility. 

(}. Prove from Holy Scripture that humility is acceptable 
to The Lord! 

Q. On what occasion did Our Lord point out a little 
child as an emblem of humility ! 

Q. What do you mean by the word Type ! 

Q. What then ought to be the feelings of little children I 


jfmurtf) Jnmtraji after fyz eptprjauji. 

Q. Who were they in the little ship which you describe ? 

Q. What sea was Our Lord crossing with His Disciples ? 

Q. How was He engaged when the storm began ? 

Q. How did He quiet the storm I 

Q. How may we be comforted when we think of this 
miracle ? 

A. We may think that Christ is always with us to help 
us in danger, though we do not see Him ; and we must no* 
be afraid, like the disciples, who thought as He was asleep 
He did not care for them. 

Q. Are there any things that put us in fear and dangler, 
which we may compare to this storm ? 

A. Yes ; we have many sins to tempt us, and sorrows to 
trouble us, and we must ask Our Lord to deliver us from 

JtftI; £imtfan after ifjr (£ptpljan> 

Q. Who spoke the parable referred to in these lines i 

Q. What is meant by the corn ? Who are the weeds ? 

Q. What is the harvest time ? 

Q. What do you understand by the weeds and the corn 
all growing together until the harvest I 

A. We see good and bad people living together in this 
world, and God is very good to all ; but they are all waiting 
for the day of judgment. 

Q. Will there be a difference then I 

A. Yes ; the Angels will take the good people to Heaven, 
and send the wicked to Hell. 


{). What then should be our prayer ? 
A. That Christ will give us grace to be His Own child- 
ren, bearing good fruit in Him, unto everlasting life. 

Jrtjrtf) Jrtmtom after tfjc £:atjpl)an». 

Q. Why do we compare man to the leaves and flowers 
which wither in autumn ? 

Q. How does his death differ from theirs ? 

Q. Will our after state be better than that we live in 
now \ 

Q. Kcpeat some passages of Holy Scripture which des- 
cribe our heavenly home I 

Q. Who may hope to reach this happy place ? Who has 
won it for them \ 

Q. How then should the Christian keep his heart on 
earth \ 

Q. Who is our Great Example for all holiness and purity ? 

Q. Who shall be our companions in heaven ? 

Q. Whose Presence shall we there behold for ever \ 

£cptuacjcstma Jhwttain 

Q. Who compares our Christian life to the Grecian 
games ! 

Q. What were these games I 

(}. How did the combatants prepare themselves! 

'^. What was their reward ! 


Q. If they took such pains for things of so little worth, 
what may Christians learn from thence ? 

Q. How can we prepare ourselves for our struggle? 
Q. What is the Christian's reward ? 
Q. "What does Septuagesima mean ? 

Q. What is meant by the " good seed/' in the Parable of 
the Sower? 

Q. Have you opportunities of hearing the Word of God ? 

Q. What is meant by the different kinds of ground 
where the seed fell ? 

Q. When the Clergyman speaks God's Word to us in 
Church, which of these places should our hearts resemble ? 

Q. If we hear carelessly, who will soon take away the 
good seed ? 

Q. What kind of hearts are those where the Word 
sprang up from little root, and was soon withered ? 

Q. What things will soon choke the Word if we do not 
take care ? 

Q. What kind of fruits should Christians bring forth ? 

Q. Why is this Sunday called Sexagesima ? 

Q. What is the meaning of " Charity ? " 
Q. Repeat a text in which our Lord tells us to love one 


Q. How can little children break the rules of ( lharity ! 
A. By being selfish, and quarrelsome, and feeling je a] 

of each other. 

Q. Where does St. Paul tell us Charity will always be \ 

A. In heaven. When we have got all we hoped for, and 
when we see all we believed, we shall live in love with God 
and His Holy Angels for ever. 

Q. If we hope to live with the Angels hereafter, should 
we not try to be like them now I 

Q. Who was He — greater than the Angels — who gave 
a perfect example of Charity ! 

Q. How did He show His great Love to us? 

Q. Why do we say we can only see dimly, and far off, the 
time when our love shall be perfect \ 

A. Because we are not in heaven yet, and can only 
understand its beauties and perfections by what we hear ; 
like people looking through a telescope at something far 

Q. What does Quinquagesima mean \ 

Q. What day is Ash Wednesday \ 

Q. What is Lent kept in remembrance of? 

Q. Why does the Church appoint solemn times of fasting 
and humiliation ! 

A. That we may recollect our sins, confess them, and 
repent of them. 

Q. Why due- She tell as to fast ! 

A. That we may get the mastery over our own inclina- 
tions, and learn the habit of denying oorseh * - 


Q. Have children sins to repent of I 

Q. What should be your feelings, then, at this time ? 

A. We should feel grieved and humbled for our sins; we 
should think them over, and confess them to God, and ask 
of Him strength to strive against them. 

dftrst Jrmttfari tit %t\\t 

Q. How long does Lent last, and why ? 

Q. What may we learn from our Blessed Lord's long 
fast in the wilderness before His temptation I 

A. That we must prepare ourselves by self-denial, watch- 
fulness, and sobriety, for the temptations we shall have to 

Q. In Whom alone are all our services acceptable ? 

JrccDnft Jhurtfan in ilent. 

Q. Are there any parts of the world where the Name of 
God is not known ? 

Q. Have you not great cause to be thankful that you 
were born in a Christian land ? 

Q. How can Christians show their gratitude ? 

Q. Why are you worse than the little heathens if you 
indulge your bad passions ? 


Ojtro* jshmtran in ilcnt. 

Q. Is it a sin to be idle ? 

Q. What does St. Paul say on this subject ? 

Q. Who is always ready to put bad thoughts into idle 
heart- ! 

Q. In what parable did our Saviour show this I 

Q. What was the fate of the man whose heart was 
empty, swept, and garnished I 

Q. When were you pledged to serve the Lord Christ { 

Q. What doom befel the servant who buried the talent I 

jfmtrtl) Jhtttirag in Unit 

Q. ]^ it our duty to forgive one another £ 
Q. What did our Lord say about this duty of forgiveness ! 
Q. Whose example is mentioned in these verses? 
(^. Who was Joseph \ 
Q. How did his brothers injure him' 
Q. What was his conduct when he might have resented 
their ill usage \ 

Q. What did he say to them \ 

Q. What may we learn from Joseph's conduct i 

drift!) gjtmtag in ilritt. 

<}. Are we to suppose, as the Jews did, that Abraham 
and the Prophets are dead ! 


A. No ; we know they are alive somewhere, though they 
are gone from earth. 

Q. How do you know they are alive ? 

A. Because God says, a I am the God of Abraham, of 
Isaac, and of Jacob ;" and God is not the God of the dead, 
but of the living. 

Q. Where are Horeb, and Carmel, and who dwelt by the 
brook Cherith ? 

Q. Where did Moses die ? Is his burial place known ? 

Q. Who were laid in the cave of Machpelah ? 

Q. How was Elijah removed from earth % 

Q. Have we the same hope as the Patriarchs and Prophets ? 

Q. What has Our Lord told us about this ? 

A. " If a man keep My sayings, he shall never taste of 

£>tw&ar> wzyt fctfnre <£a£to. 

Q. Why is this Sunday commonly called Palm Sunday? 

Q. In what manner did our Lord ride into Jerusalem ? 

Q. Was His entering Jerusalem thus foretold ? 

Q. How did the Jewish multitude treat Our Lord soon 
after ? 

Q. What do we learn from this ? 

A. That unless our hearts are really full of faith and 
love, the expressions of our lips are not to be relied on. 


Q. Who died on Good Friday \ 

Q. How do we know that the Lord Jesus Christ loved 
us very much ! 

Q. What should he our feelings on this day ! 

A. We should he very sorry for our sins, and love the 
Lord very much, Who has saved us from them. 

Q. What hope have we in our sorrow to-day ? 

A. We know that His death has won for us life everlast- 
ing ; that His precious Blood has redeemed us, and washed 
away our sins. 

Q. What is this week called ? — and why ? 

easier ebtn. 

Q. What day is Easter Even ? 

A. Our Lord lay in the grave through this day, His 
sufferings and death being over. 

Q. In whose grave was our Lord laid ? 

Q. What prophecy was fulfilled by His lying in the 
grave of the rich Joseph of Arimathea \ See Isaiah, liii. 

Q. Who asked Pilate to seal the stone, and set a watch 
on it ! 

(}. 1 low were we once buried with CHRIST ! 

A. We were buried with Him in baptism, and we must 
be all our Uvea dead to sin, and alive to every thing good, 
like people bora again into a better life. 


Q. Who rose from the grave on Easter Sunday ? 

Q.. What hope have we by the Resurrection of our Lord ? 

A. As His body rose from the grave, our bodies too shall 
rise and inherit the joys of heaven. 

Q. Who has opened for us the gate of heaven \ 

Q. Has Easter long been observed as a feast in the 
Church ? 

A. Yes ; from the very earliest times the Lent fast and 
the festival of Easter have been observed. 

dftr^t gmntrag aftrr faster. 

Q. Who compares our Christian life to a state of warfare l . 

A. Our Lord Himself, see Luke xiv. 21 ; and Saint 
Paul, see Ephes. vi., 1 Tim. vi. 12, &c. 

Q. Who is the Captain of our host ? 

Q. When did we vow to fight manfully under His 
banner ? 

Q. Who are the Christian's enemies in the conflict ? 

Q. What is the Christian's reward ? 

^cccmtf jgnmfcan aftrr dras'tn*. 

Q. Where is this remarkable history found \ 

Q. Who was Balaam ? 

Q. Who asked him to curse Israel \ 


Q. Relate the circumstances of their interview \ 
<). What lesson may we draw from this account i 
A. That G<>i> over-rules the designs of wicked men for 
the good of His Church and the glory of His Name. 

Cfjtvtf •gimfcan after (£a£tci\ 

Q. Why are Christians said to be like pilgrims ? 

A. Because this world is not their home ; they are travel- 
ling through it to their Father's land in heaven ! 

Q. What kind of path has the Christian Pilgrim to 
tread \ 

A. A narrow, thorny path ; for it is often very difficult 
to do right. 

Q What temptations will he have to contend with ? 

A. The world, the flesh, and the devil, will try to lure 
him into the broad path that leadeth to destruction. 

Q. What do you mean by the flowers he meets I 

A. God has given us all many blessings here below, which 
we must thankfully receive, but take care so to use them 
that they may not impede our heavenward course. 

dfflurtl) gtmtas after eastrr. 

Q. What commandment did God give the Jews about 
teaching their children \ 

Q. Is it ever too soon to begin \ 

(,). Why did St. Paul commend young 'Timothy \ 

Q. How do you know that our LORD loved little children 
to come to Him? 


Q. What thought will be pleasant to Christians in their 
old age ? 

A. It will be pleasant to them to remember that they 
were very soon taught to know the Lord, and that they 
have served Him from their earliest infancy. 

dftftfj Jrtmttaii Kittx faster. 

Q. Who compares Christian works to good fruits ? 

Q. What kind of fruit should Christians bear. 

Q. Will not our opportunities of prayer and hearing 
God's Word condemn us, if our conduct be not good ? 

A. Yes ; we must do what we hear, and try to act up to 
what our lips have prayed ? 

Q. How does Saint James describe true religion ? 

<&$tmsian H3a|n 

Q. From whence did Our Lord ascend into Heaven ? 

Q. Describe the circumstances of His Ascension ? 

Q. Is He not still present with us, though we cannot see 
Him ? 

Q. Repeat some passage of Holy Scripture which affirms 
this ? 

Q. What is Our Lord doing for us at the Right Hand 
of God ? 

Q. Will he ever come again ?— and when ? 

Q. Where should our hearts be now ? 

Q. How can we in heart ascend to Heaven ' 


A. By loving to think of heavenly things, and making 
it our principal care to prepare ourselves for heaven. 

J^uutfan after Sbfeettfiim Sag. 

Q. Should we not love very much to go to Church ? 

Q. Where are the prayers contained that are so dear to 

A. In the Book of Common Prayer. 

Q. What is meant by Christ's chosen Shepherd ? 

A. The Clergyman, Christ's appointed Minister, who 
teaches us in Church. 

Q. Why should we not go to any other place of worship 
than The Church for praise and prayer ? 

A. Because we cannot have, elsewhere, properly ordained 
Ministers to administer to us the Sacraments ; and besides, 
when people divide one from another, they break the unity 
of the Church. 

Q. Is it wrong to cause divisions in the Church ? 

A. Yes. Unity is one great mark of the Church ; and 
St. Paul says, " Mark them which cause divisions among 
you, and avoid them." 

Q. What event is commemorated on Whit Sunday ? 
Q. What was this time called among the Jews ? 
Q. Describe the descent of the Holy Ghost upon the 



Q. Repeat some texts in which Our Lord had promised 
the Holy Ghost to His disciples. 

Q. How does the Holy Ghost come to us now ? 

Q. Where is the working of God's Spirit in our hearts 
compared to the action of the wind \ 

Q. What does the Holy Ghost do to our hearts ? 

A. It sanctifies them. 

Crmtti) j^untfag, 

Q. How many persons are there in the Trinity ? 

Q. Can we understand all that we are commanded to be- 
lieve ? 

Q. What is the meaning of Mystery ? 

Q. What should be our feelings concerning the Mysteries 
of our Holy Religion ? 

A. We must believe them because we are told to do so 
without doubt or question. 

Q. What is the Creed called that is repeated to-day, and 
on some other days in the year \ — and why ? 

A. It is called the Athanasian Creed, though it was not 
written by Saint Athanasius. It was composed in the 
fourth century, and is called by the name of Athanasius 
because it maintains the doctrines which he was all his life 
engaged in defending. 

Q. Who was Saint Athanasius ? 

A. A very holy and learned Bishop of Alexandria, who 
was born *2.% years after the birth of Our Lord. He de- 
fended the cause of truth against the Arian heretics, who 
did not rightly believe the doctrine of the Holy Trinity. 
He was very much persecuted by them, being several times 
banished from his Bishopric. 


fixit £imtfnn after Crimtn. 

Q. Repeat the parable of Lazarus and the rich man. 

Q. Which was happiest in the end, the rich or the poor 
man ? 

Q. Had that rich man made good use of his riches ? 

Q. What does this story teach us \ 

A. That we ought not to envy the rich and great, since 
their possessions make them liable to many temptations. 

Q. Ought the rich and the poor to pray for each other ? 

A. Yes. Every station has its own temptations ; we 
should be satisfied with that in which God has placed us, 
and fervently pray for each other, and for ourselves. 

j^cremtr jruntran r.Utv (Crimtn. 

Q. Who is supposed to speak the words with which these 
lines commence ? 

(^. Who was Sisera ? 

Q. Who judged Israel at that time i 

Q. What was the fate of Sisera \ 

Q. What do we learn from this ! 

A. That God makes use of the weakest instruments to 
accomplish His purposes ; and none is too low or feeble 
to serve Him in His appointed way. 

Q. How can Christians always help the Church and each 
other i 

A. By their prayers. 

Q. Who composed a Bong of triumph on the overthrow of 
Sisera ! 


(Eljtrtf J^tmttai) after QLxinitv. 

Q.. Who likens our spiritual enemy to a lion ! 

Q. Is he always on the watch to assail us ? 

Q. How does the devil assault Christians ? 

Q. What weapons have we to resist him ? 

Q. Should we be continually on our guard to resist him ■ 

Jfnurtl) J^tm&ag aftrr Crtuttg. 

Q. W T hat did Our Lord say about finding fault with 
others ? 

Q. Whose sins are we to observe and watch ? 

Q. For whom will each have to give account in the Day 
of Judgment ? 

dFtftf) Jmutia!) kUcv Crtnttn. 

Q. Are the little courtesies of common life beneath the 
Christian's attention ? 

A. No ; for these things tend to make others happy : 
and any thing that makes us more gentle and dear, more 
considerate and less selfish, is good for us. 

Q. What should be the motive of all our actions ? 

Q. Where are Christians likened to stones in a building 1 


JH^tf) £untag aftrr Crtnttn. 

Q. Repeat some passages in which Our Lord speaks of 
governing our tongues. 

Q. What does Saint James compare the tongue to ? 

Q. But must we not watch our hearts as well as our 
tongues \ 

Q. When shall we have to give an account for every idle 
word ? 

gtbcnti) Jhwftai) after Exinify. 

Q. What king refused to sacrifice to the Lord of what 
cost him nothing ? 

Q. What was Araunah's proposal \ 

Q. On what occasion did this conversation take place * 

Q. Should we he satisfied with giving to the Lord what 
we care little about ? 

Q. What did Our Lord say about denying ourselves ! 

Q. Can poor people deny themselves for Christ's sake, 
and make Him as acceptable offerings as the rich ? 

Q. What proof have you of this in the Bible ? 

A. Our Lord saw a poor widow casting two mites into 
the treasury, and lie said she had given more than the rich 
people who cast in their abundance. 

Q. Why waa the widow's mite so acceptable ? 

A. Because it was all that she had, and it cost her much 
self-denial to give it to the Lord. 


etcr!)trj Jhm&aw after €rwtttt. 

Q. To what kingdom are Christians born heirs ? 

Q. When were we born to this glorious inheritance ? 

Q. How then should we live ? 

A. Like " Heirs of the kingdom of Heaven," whose home 
is not in this world, and who do not forget the place they 
are going to. 

$uttf) Jruntrap after €xinitn. 

Q. Are the natural objects around us images of other 
things ? 

A. Yes ; and we may learn much from them if we look 
on them in this light, as, from the withering and blooming 
again of flowers, we are led to think of our own death 
and resurrection. 

Q. Are there types in spiritual things also ? 

A. Yes, if we read carefully the Old Testament, we shall 
find it full of types of our Christian course. 

Q. What is the coming of the Children of Israel out of 
Egypt a type of? 

A. Of our escape from the bondage of sin. 

Q. What does the passage through the red sea typify I 

Q. What heavenly food have we on our journey ? 

Q. Who is our Rock, and Cloud, and Fiery Pillar ? 

Q. What is the promised land we are journeying to ? 

Q. What warning should we draw from the conduct of 
the Israelites ? 

Q. Who tells us to make this use of their history ? 


Crntl) ^tmuTuj after Crtmtrj. 

Q. Why was King Ahab sad ? 

Q. What does this teach us ? 

A. That earthly possessions cannot give happiness unless 
the heart is at peace and contented. 

Q. How did the King possess himself of Xabotk's vine- 

Q. Who met him there ? 

Q. What sins does this story teach us to avoid ? 

A. Envy, and too eager pursuit after any earthly object. 

drlcbrntrj £tmfrap aftrr Crtmtrn 

Q. Who is the leper spoken of here ? 

Q. How came Xaaman to resort to Elisha ? 

Q. What was the Prophet's answer to him \ 

Q . Why did it displease him so much ? 

Q. Did he go at last I — and what induced him ? 
Q. What plague have we that resembles leprosy? 

Q. What is the stream that washes away our sin ? 

A. The Precious Blood of Our Lord Jesus Christ. 

Q. How can we be like Xaaman when he scorned to wash 
in Jordan ! 

A. If, instead of turning to Christ with penitence and 
faith and good works, we think we can be saved by any way 
of our own, or if we live on carelessly, not caring for Him, 
or thinking about our sins. 


Etotlffy Jrtwtfag after Crtnttg. 

Q. How did Our Lord cure the deaf and dumb man ? 

Q. What should be our feelings when we see others thus 
afflicted ? 

A. We should feel pity for them, and gratitude to God, 
Who has made our faculties so perfect. 

Q. How should we use these faculties ? 

A. To the honour of God, remembering that much will 
be required of them to whom much is given. 

HLfyivtzmfi) J^uufcag after Crtnttg. 

Q. Who spoke the parable of the Good Samaritan ? 

Q. What do we learn from it ? 

A. That all men are our neighbours, and we must be kind 
to all as we have opportunity. 

Q. When did you promise to love your neighbour as your- 

A. At my Baptism I promised to keep God's Holy Com- 
mandments; and my duty towards my neighbour is con- 
tained in them. 

jfaurtraitT) gMirtfag after Crtuttji. 

Q. How many lepers were, at the time here referred to, 
cured by Our Lord ? 
Q. How many returned to thank Ilim \ 


Q. How can Christians resemble these ungrateful lepers ? 
Q. What have we to be thankful for besides temporal 
blessings ! 
Q. How can we best show our gratitude ? 

dftftcentrj Jhtutrarj after Crux tin. 

Q. What lesson did Our Lord draw for us from the lily 
of the field ? 

Q. To Whom should we trust in our worst extremity ? 

Q. What things ought we to seek before all earthly 
good ? 

JHrtcnttrj Jkwx&arj after Cruxtty. 

Q. Relate the affecting story of this miracle. 

Q. Where is Xain ? 

Q. Should Christians then despair when those they love 
are taken from them by death ? 

A. No : for Christ, Who raised the poor widow's son, 
will surely raise them up again at the last day. 

£cbnxtrnxtrj Jrtux&an after Crtmtn. 

Q. Did the Children of Israel often commit idolatry ? 
Q. What did they worship ! — and with what fearful 
rites ? 

Q. How can Christians commit idolatry \ 


A. By loving any thing in this world — riches, or plea- 
sure, or their own quiet and comfort — "better than God. 

Q. What does Saint Paul say is idolatry ? 

Q. Can we serve God with part of our time and affec- 
tion, and the world with the rest ? 

A. No : Christ said, "Ye cannot serve God and Mam- 

(Eivfytctnty Jmuftat) after £rtmtg* 

Q. To Whom is the Christian's day of rest dedicated I 

Q. On what day did the Jews keep their Sabbath ? 

Q. Why did the Christians change it ? 

Q. Which of the commandments relates to the observance 
of the Sabbath ? 

Q. Did not God enforce particularly on the Jews the 
observance of His Sabbath ? 

Q. How should Christians keep their Lord's feast ? 

A. By resting their bodies ; by praising Him, and pray- 
ing to Him, in His house ; and lifting up their thoughts to 
Him, free from the toils and cares of the world. 

$inzttmt\) J^tmttan afttr {Ertmtjn 

Q. Why was Daniel thrown into the lion's den ? 

Q. Why could not the King prevent it ? 

Q. What do you learn from Daniel's conduct ? 

A. That we must faithfully serve God in spite of all 
opposition, and even danger ? 

Q. What kind of opposition are you most likely to meet 
with in doing what is right ? 


A. We may, very likely, be laughed at, and taunted ; 
besides it may cost us a good deal of personal inconvenience 
to go and pray to God with His people in His Church. 

Q. How many times a-day did Daniel pray ? 

Q. Does it always please God to deliver His Saints 
miraculously ! 

Q. Did the Holy Martyrs of old, notwithstanding, shrink 
from His service ? 

A. No : they bore the most fearful deaths, knowing that 
their reward was in heaven. 

(Ttocnfofl) Jruntrai) after QTrimtg. 

Q. Repeat the parable of the Marriage Feast ? 

Q. Who is meant by the King \ 

Q. Who are the Guests \ 

Q. Who is the Bridegroom I 

Q. When do we resemble the ungrateful guests ? 

A. When we allow the things of this world to fill up 
our hearts, so that we forget God, and do not think of 
preparing ourselves for heaven. 

Ctarntn-first Jruntfatj after Crtmtn. 

Q. Which of the commandments orders obedience to 
parent- ! 

Q. Did our Lord love His mother when on earth ? 
Q. What proof of His love for her is here alluded to i 
Q. Who is our Father in heaven i 


&tomtv=$ztmxts J^tmtrag after &rtmt». 

Q. Is it right to ill-treat inferior creatures I 

A. No : every kind of cruelty tends to harden our hearts, 
and make us unfeeling. 

Q. When did our Lord ride on an ass into Jerusalem ? 

Q. By whose sin was a curse brought upon the whole 
creation ? 

Q. What mark of a good man is mentioned in Scripture \ 

A. That he is "merciful to his beast." 

€focntg--tf)ttfJ J^untrap after Crmttm 

Q. What is the meaning of the command, "Render unto 
Caesar the things that are Caesar's" ? 

A. It means that there are earthly powers set over us, 
and that we have duties to perform to them. 

Q. Repeat some other passages of Scripture in which we 
are desired to obey the King. 

Q. Who is to us in the place of Caesar ? 

A. Our Queen. 

Q. How can poor people and children, who perhaps never 
saw her, render the Queen her due \ 

A. By speaking of her with affection and reverence ; by 
obeying her laws , and praying for her. 

Q. Do we pray for the Queen in Church ? 

A. Yes : there is a prayer for the Queen in the Morning 
and Evening Prayers for every day in the year ; and she is 
prayed for in the Litany, and in the Communion Service. 

Q. Where have we a command to do this in the Bible 2 


Ctocntti--f0urtf) Jruiitran after Crimtt?. 

Q. Why did the Ruler send to our Lord ? 

Q. Was the child dead when our Lord reached the place I 

Q. What did lie say to the mourners ? 

Q. Whom did He permit to be present at the miracle \ 

Q. What comfort may we draw from our Lord's words ? 

A. The Christian's death is but like a sleep : Christ is 
our Life and Resurrection ; and we shall rise again, like the 
Ruler's child. 

rinrntp-ftft!) Jnmtan after Crtmtg. 

Q. What is the effect of a gentle, kind answer when 
others are angry ? 

Q. Is it the duty of Christians to answer in this manner \ 

A. Yes : it is the duty of Christians to promote peace by 
every means in their power. 

Q. What did our Lord say of the peace makers ? 

Q. Is it always easy to give soft answers ? 

A. No : it is frequently very difficult. We may be 
wrongfully reproached, and it is hard to restrain anger ; 
but we must restrain it ; we must subdue our selfish 
tempers for the sake of our Lord. 

Q. Of whom was it said, " See how these Christians 


J?awt gufcrtfo'a 23am 

Q. Who was Saint Andrew ? 

Q. When did he first see Our Lord ? 

Q. What was his first action when he heard the Lord 
himself ? 

Q; When did Our Lord call him to follow Him ? 

Q. What further does history tell us about him ? 

A. Scythia is said to have been the scene of his labours, 
till coming to Patra in Achaia, he was martyred by iEgeas 
the Proconsul, who scourged him, and bound him with cords 
to a cross till he died. 

Q. Why does the Church appoint Saints' days ? 

A. To put us in mind of holy men, and to teach us, by 
thinking about them, to endeavour to be like them. 

£amt 3H)0OTa£'£ Say. 

Q. Who was Saint Thomas ? What surname was given 
to him ? 

A. He was one of the twelve Apostles, and is called 

Q. Can you give any proof of Saint Thomas's attach- 
ment to Our Lord I 

Q. What circumstance of Thomas's life is alluded to in 
hese verses ? 

Q. What did Our Lord say to Saint Thomas on this oc- 
casion which may comfort us, who have never seen Him ? 

Q. How can we believe on Him i 

A. We must be sure that all that the Bible tells us about 


Him is true, and we must live as if we believed these great 

Q. Can you tell anything more about Saint Thomas ? 

A. lie travelled as far as India, preaching the Gospel ; 
there the Brahmins, who are idolatrous Indian priests, had 
him murdered. There are still Christians in India, whose 
forefathers derived their first knowledge of the truth from 
the preaching of Saint Thomas. 

&)t €0ufccr£t0n nf jramt Paul. 

Q. What book of the Bible contains most of the history 
of Saint Paul ! 

Q. Where was he born, and how was he educated \ 

Q. Give me an account of his conversion. 

Q. What was his after life ? 

A. It was entirely devoted to the service of his Lord ; 
he preached in most parts of the known world, and was 
finally killed by Nero, at Rome. 

Q. What books of Holy Scripture did Saint Paul write ? 

A. One Epistle to the Romans, two to the Corinthians, 
one to the Galatians, Ephesians, Philippians, Colossians 
and Hebrews, two to the Thessalonians, two to Timothy, 
one to Titus, and one to Philemon. 

Q. What do we learn from the conversion of Saint Paul I 

A. That whatever be our natural temper, the Spirit of 
God can change it ; He makes the proud humble, the pas- 
sionate gentle, and we should watch and pray that He may 
work thus in our heart-. 


£rje ^xcgzntztian at Cfjrtgt in tfjc Ccmplr. 

Q. Why is this Feast called " The Purification of the 
Virgin Mary?" 

A. Because every Jewish woman to whom God had 
given a child, was obliged, by the law of Moses, to come to 
His temple after forty days, and make an offering to God ; 
a lamb if she were rich enough, or else two young doves or 
pigeons. The Virgin Mary, who was very poor, made her 
offering on this day of two young pigeons. 

Q. Why is it also called " The Feast of the Presentation ?" 

A. Because it was also declared by the law of Moses that 
the eldest son belonged to God, and must be presented to 
Him in His temple, and ransomed for a sum of money. 

Q. What was the redeeming of the first-born a type of ? 

A. Of the redemption of the whole world from sin and 

Q. What was the price of our redemption ? 

A. The precious blood of our Lord Jesus Christ. 

Q. Who were Simeon and Anna ? 

Q. When was the coming of the Lord to the Temple 
foretold ? 

£atnt iHattrjta^ m*y> 

Q. Who was Saint Matthias ? 

A. The Apostle chosen in the room of Judas Iscariot, 
when, by his wickedness, he had lost his place among 
Christ's chosen twelve. 

Q What sin did Judas Iscariot commit ? 


Q. What may this teach OS ! 

A. That we must be very watchful over ourselves, and 
not think that we are safe from temptation because we are 
Christ's baptized members, since one of His own Apostles 
sinned so awfully. 

Q. How was Saint Matthias chosen ? 

Q. Can you tell me anything more about him ? 

A. Nothing very certain is known of his after life. He 
is thought to have travelled eastward, where he suffered 
martyrdom from the barbarous people. Some say he was 
stoned by the Jews as a blasphemer. 

Tljr Sfemmttatton af tfjc £Icsj=teti ^trgm iHary. 

Q. What do you mean by the Annunciation of the Virgin 
Mary ! 

A. On this day the Angel announced to her that she was 
to be the mother of Our Lord. 

Q. Who was the Virgin Mary ! 

Q. What did she answer to the Angel ! 

Q. What do we learn from the example of the Blessed 
Virgin Mary ! 

A. We learn to be holy and humble, and ready to do 
whatever God appoints for us. 

Q. What observation drew from Our Lord the words 
repeated in the last of these verses ? 


Q. Who was Saint Mark ? 

Q. What does Evangelist mean ? 

Q. How is Saint Mark mentioned in Holy Scripture ( 

Q. What was the after history of Saint Mark ? 

A. He travelled through Egypt and Lybia preaching the 
Gospel, and was finally barbarously murdered by the Egyp- 
tians. He is supposed to have been the particular friend 
and attendant of Saint Peter. 

Q. What Parable is here alluded to ? 

Q. Who have we to teach us besides Moses and the 
Prophets % 

A. We have all the books of the New Testament written 
by Evangelists and Apostles, and Our Lord Himself has 
ome to us from the dead to lead us to heaven. 

£aint iifttltp axttf <g?atut gawnf s 23ag. 

Q. Who was Saint Philip ? 

A. He was probably a fisherman of Bethsaida in Galilee. 

Q. What did he say to Nathaniel ? 

Q. What does this teach us ? 

A. That we should be glad to see others good, and should 
advise them to be so. 

Q. What more is said of Saint Philip ? 

A. He preached the Gospel in Upper Asia and suffered 
martyrdom at Hierapolis, in Phrygia. 

Q. What is Saint James called in Holy Scripture ? 


A. u The brother of The Lord :" this word in Hebrew 
may be applied to any near relation. 

Q. What is he called to distinguish him from the other 
James ? 

Q. Tell me something more of Saint James ? 

A. He was made Bishop of Jerusalem, and suffered 
martyrdom there through the malice of the Scribes and 
Pharisees about twenty-four years after the Ascension of 
Our Lord. 

Q. What book of the Bible did Saint James write ? 

Q. Who was Saint Barnabas, and what does his name 
signify ? 

A. He was a Jew of Cyprus, his name signifies "the son 
of consolation." 

Q. What great proof of charity and self-denial did Saint 
Barnabas give ? 

Q. What event of his life is alluded to in these verses ? 

Q. Who were Jupiter and Mercurius ? 

Q. Have we any further account of Saint Barnabas \ 

A. He is said by some to have preached in Italy ; but he 
is generally supposed to have suffered martyrdom in his 
own Island, Cyprus. 

Q. What may we learn from the conduct of Saint 
Barnabas ? 

A. We learn not to seek the applause of man ; to be kind 
and loving, and self-denying, in serving The LORD. 


g>atnt Batyx tf)t ISapttefa Hag. 

Q. Who was John the Baptist ? 

Q. Who were his parents ? What remarkable circum- 
stances attended his birth ? 

Q. What prophecies in the Old Testament relate to 
John the Baptist, and by what name is he called ? 

Q. Where did he preach ? 

Q. Whom did he baptize in the river Jordan ? 

Q. How was John the Baptist killed ? Relate the cir- 

Q. What enquiry did John the Baptist send two of his 
disciples to make of Our Lord ? 

Q. What did Our Lord say about John the Baptist ? 

§)<tiutlBctzv y $ffizv. 

Q. Who was Saint Peter ? 

Q. What was his occupation ? When was he first called 
by Our Lord ? 

Q. What was Saint Peter's character ? 

Q. Tell me some circumstances that are recorded of him 
in Holy Scripture ? 

Q. On what occasion did he deny the Lord ? 

Q. What does this teach us ? 

A. Not to be too confident in ourselves. Saint Peter 
trusted to his own powers of resisting temptation and he 

Q. Relate the conversation of Our Lord with Saint 
Peter after His resurrection ? 

Q. How did Saint Peter suffer martyrdom 

A. He was crucified with his head downwards, at the 
command of the Emperor Nero. 


£t. Same* tfjc gpaiittlc's San. 

Q. Who is that Saint James we commemorate to-day ! 

Q. What was his end, and where is it recorded ? 

Q. What was his mother's petition for him and his 
brother ? 

Q. What was Our Lord's answer ! 

Q. How did Saint James drink his Master's cup ! 

Q. Where was he baptized with fire ? 

A. At the feast of Pentecost, when he received The 
Holy Ghost in the shape of a tongue sitting on his head. 

Q. What may we learn from the history of this Saint ? 

A. That Christ knows what is good for us, and grants 
our prayers, not always in the way we think best. 

Jramt Bartfjolnmcto's Qaij. 

Q. Who is St Bartholomew commonly identified with ! 

A. With Nathaniel. 

Q. What did Our Lord say of this Nathaniel ? 

Q. How did our Lord express to Nathaniel that He 
is present every where \ 

Q. WTiat does this teach us I 

A. That there is no place, however retired, where the 
Eye of God does not reach us. 

Q. Do you know anything more of Saint Bartholomew ( 

A. He preached in Northern and Western Asia, and was 
at last cruelly murdered by the Governor of Albanople, a 
city of Armenia. 

Jramt jHattljrto's Bag* 
Q. Who was Saint Matthew ! 
(^. What book of Holy Scripture did he write ! 
Q. What wa- hifl birth and profession. 


A. He was a Jew by birth, a publican or tax-gatherer 
by profession. 

Q. How was he engaged when Our Lord called him ? 

Q. What further is known of him ? 

A. He travelled to Ethiopia, where he is said to have 
suffered martyrdom ? 

Q. What do you learn from his history ? 

A. He rose and left his wealth to follow Christ ; so we 
should love to serve The Lord better than the things of 
this world; we should be ready to give them up for His 
sake if we have them, and if not we should check all vain 
covetous desires for their possession. 

J£>amt i$ttrf)ael antf all <&n%zte. 

Q. What are we told of Saint Michael ? 

A. That he was an Archangel who particularly guarded 
the Jewish nation, that he led an army of Angels who 
fought with the dragon, and that he contended with Satan 
for the body of Moses. 

Q. What is particularly told us of this contention ? 

A. That the Angel brought no railing accusation against 
his adversary, but said, " The Lord rebuke thee." 

Q. Mention some passages of Holy Scripture in which 
the Holy Angels are said to have ministered to men ? 

Jpatut ilufcc tl)c (&bmQcli$t. 

Q. What books of the Holy Scripture did Saint Luke 

A. The Gospel of Saint Luke and the Acts of the 


Q. What are instanced in these verses as having- i )Ccn 
recorded by Saint Luke ? 

A. The divine song of Simeon and Anna, and the blessed 
Virgin Mary, and of Zacharias, the father of John the 
Baptist, which are not mentioned by the other Evangelists. 

Q. What more is said of Saint Luke's acquirements \ 

A. Saint Paul calls him the "beloved Physician," and 
he is commonly said to have been a painter. 

Q. How do you know that he soothed Saint Paul's last 
moments ? 

A. Because Saint Paul in his Epistle to Timothy, written 
just before his death, says "Demas hath forsaken me, hav- 
ing loved this present world, and is departed unto Thessa- 
lonica, Crescens to Galatia, Titus unto Dalmatia, only Luke 
is with me." 

^Q. Which of the characteristics of Saint Luke can we 
certainly imitate ! 

A. We can love God's Saints as he did, and be kind to 
suffering and afflicted. 

Q. How should we use other powers, if God bestows 
them upon us ? 

A. We should use them to His honour and glory. 

Q. Tell me something more about Saint Luke \ 

A. The ancients are not agreed as to the place and man- 
ner of his death ; some say it happened in Greece, some in 
Egypt ; he is said to have suffered death by being hanged 
on an olive tree. 

*amt £tm0ii soft $atnt jjhttrr. 

Q. What was Saint Simon named ! 

A. The Canaanite, and also Simon Zclotes. 

Q. Where is he supposed to have preached, and suffered 

martyrdom ? 


A. In Egypt, Greece, and Lybia, and he is said to have 
gone into Britain, and suffered martyrdom there, but 
other accounts say he was killed in Persia. 

Q. What do you know of Saint Jude ? what did he write ? 

A. He was brother of Saint James the less, so of Our 
Lord ; he wrote one Epistle. 

Q. Is he called by any other name in the Bible ? 

A. Yes, Thaddeus and Lebbeus. 

Q. What further is known of Saint Jude ? 

A. He preached in Arabia, and Mesopotamia, and suffered 
martyrdom in Persia ? 

Q. What do we learn from remembering these good men, 
of whom so little is known ? 

A. That we should be satisfied that our good actions be 
known to God alone, for the applause of men is not what 
Christians seek, but the approval of God. 

&U pints' 20au. 

Q. Who is this day kept in remembrance of \ 

Q. Who are the Saints ? 

Q. Why does the Church appoint this feast ? 

A. That God may be honoured in His Saints, and that 
we may try to be like them. 

Q. What do you mean by the Communion of Saints I 

A. The Saints have One God, One Christ, One Spirit, 
one Faith, one Baptism, one Hope ; they feel for each 
other, love each other, and pray for each other.